Apocalypse I have a system to raise children

Narrating

## The Storm Breaks

The weight of Irina's brutal death hung heavy in the air, suffocating the family room. Blaming accusations flew between Sergei and his brother, shattering the fragile peace that had momentarily settled after Anya's choked sob.

**Dimitri voice trembling with rage " This is all Nikolai's fault! He took her there! He condemned her to that torture!

Mikhail lunged forward, his alpha aura flaring with barely contained anger.

**Mikhail:** Don't you dare talk about my niece like that! You barely knew her!

The room erupted in a cacophony of shouts and protests. Anya, tears streaming down her face, tried to intervene, but her voice was lost in the rising tide of emotions.

Amidst the chaos, a previously silent corner of the room stirred. A frail woman, her face etched with a lifetime of grief, pushed herself up from a chair. It was Katerina Lancer, the family's aging matriarch, her alpha aura crackling with a power barely contained.

**Katerina (voice surprisingly strong):** Silence!

The room instantly fell silent, all eyes turning towards the commanding figure of the family elder.

**Katerina (cont.):** There are more stories to be told. We need to know the truth before we tear ourselves apart.

Her gaze fell on the screen, which had remained dark since Irina's final moments. With a wave of her hand, it flickered back to life, revealing a young man lying in a hospital bed, his face pale and drawn.

Dimitri Lancer, Irina's cousin. He was in a coma for several years after a car accident that claimed the lives of his parents, Elena and Alexei Lancer. He has recently awakened, with no memory of the past few years.

The scene shifted to show Dimitri surrounded by his worried brother, Vikas, a scarred and battle-hardened mercenary captain, and his younger sister, Anya, a vibrant high school student. Their faces were etched with a mixture of relief and apprehension.

**Vikas (voice gruff with unshed emotion):** You're finally awake, little brother. We were worried sick.

**Dimitri (voice weak):** Where am I? What happened?

**Anya (eyes shining with tears):** You were in a coma for three years. But you're awake now, that's all that matters.

As Dimitri struggled to piece together his shattered memories, the scene shifted again. This time, it showed a joyous family gathering - a birthday celebration for Nikolai, Dimitri, and Anya. Their laughter echoed through the room, a testament to the deep bond they shared as siblings.

Dimitri, Vikas, and Anya were inseparable. They spent their childhood immersed in their alpha training, forging an unbreakable bond of loyalty and love.

The screen showed scenes of the three children training together, their playful competition masking a deep respect for each other's skills. They were a picture of happy childhood, a stark contrast to the grim realities Irina had faced.

**Sergei (voice filled with disbelief):** But... but how? Irina's memories... they showed Viktor as a distant figure, Nikolai... manipulative.

**Mikhail (nodding thoughtfully):** There's more to this story than meets the eye. We need to see more.

The room settled into a tense silence, their eyes glued to the screen, desperate to see if Dimitri's memories would shed light on the discrepancies. The family dynamic, once fractured, now held onto a fragile hope of understanding.

The screen pulsed back to life, revealing a young woman, her face a mask of hopeful anticipation, standing nervously before Dimitri. It was sara, a girl he'd known since childhood, her eyes holding a love unspoken.