Chapter 1
It was an ordinary day—or so she thought at first—but it turned out to be the very moment that would shift the course of her life forever.
This is Viola Lopez. Her day started like any other.
She lived alone in a large house in Spain. At twenty-five years old, Viola had striking green eyes and dark brown hair that flowed gently over her shoulders.
She worked as a programmer and a paranormal researcher. In the mornings, she worked at Orion Corp, a company focused on advanced technological research.
Their mission was to design technology capable of discovering parallel universes, analyzing unidentified energy patterns, and monitoring strange signals arriving from deep space.
After completing her usual morning routine, she went to work like any other day. She sat at her desk, working on her computer. Her job involved writing code for intelligent systems that analyzed space signals, fixing any bugs that appeared, creating programs to control energy detection devices, and designing simulators to test technology that didn’t yet exist.
But today, she was focused on her secret project. Everyone in the programming division had a personal project they worked on privately, and Viola was particularly passionate about hers.
Then came Kira, the head of the programming department—a woman who couldn’t stand Viola and constantly abused her authority. She slammed a pile of reports on Viola’s desk and snapped:
“Review these codes again. They’re obviously full of errors.”
Viola sighed in annoyance and looked at Kira, barely managing to keep her composure.
“But I reviewed them before handing them to you, Ms. Medinaceli. I’m certain there are no errors.”
Kira raised her voice slightly.
“Don’t argue with me, Miss Lopez. Just do as I say.”
Viola forced a tight smile and replied through gritted teeth.
“Apologies, Ms. Medinaceli. I’ll go over them again.”
With a wicked smirk, Kira turned and walked away.
“Good.”
After she left, Viola stared at her back and muttered angrily under her breath.
“Damn you.”
She sat back down and returned to working on her private project, ignoring Kira’s orders. Two hours later, Kira passed by her desk and asked sharply:
“Did you finish correcting the reports?”
Viola lied.
“Yes, Ms. Medinaceli.”
Kira grabbed the reports and skimmed through them.
“Good.”
It was clear Kira only wanted to frustrate Viola for no real reason. Viola knew it all too well—the two had been rivals since high school.
Kira said coldly:
“Make sure you keep up with the system updates and send them to me regularly. Don’t let anything slip past me.”
Viola nearly lost it. Her voice slipped louder than she intended.
“What? But I already did that this morning.”
Kira frowned.
“First, watch your tone when addressing your department head. Second, I’m ordering you to do it again. Now get to work, Miss Lopez.”
Viola clenched her fists, struggling to stop herself from punching her. With no other choice, she obeyed and did what was asked. She returned home around 4 p.m., exhausted.
She took a warm shower, slipped into her favorite loose pajamas, then made herself some dinner and enjoyed it with a glass of wine.
After cleaning up, she sat on the couch, opened her laptop, and continued working on her private project—The Light Project.
Viola had been developing a new communication system using ultra-sensitive electromagnetic waves—not just for standard Earth communication, but for creating a universal network between Earth and other worlds.
The system utilized sensors and smart code that could receive and transmit signals at extremely specific frequencies—frequencies capable of piercing atmospheric barriers and reaching distant galaxies.
She wrote a small test code that used an unregistered frequency to send out an electromagnetic pulse into space through antennas she had installed on her rooftop—because of course, she couldn’t use the company’s antennas outside of working hours.
The pulse was supposed to be smart and controlled, but she forgot to close a critical loop in the code, which threw the system into feedback mode.
Suddenly, a massive electromagnetic pulse was emitted—what scientists call a partial EMP. This kind of pulse wasn’t just enough to disrupt human devices.
Her computer shut down, then restarted on its own. All the devices in her house and every light burst into a blinding brightness, forcing her to shut her eyes.
Then—total blackout. Power across the entire neighborhood went out. Her computer turned back on, displaying a system alert:
"Network overload detected. Feedback signal malfunction."
Viola was stunned. She didn’t understand what had happened and feared she had just caused a disaster. To confirm her suspicion, she looked out the window—indeed, the whole neighborhood had lost power.
Meanwhile, in orbit, a spaceship conducting a secret scan of Earth experienced interference. Viola’s pulse had disrupted its local magnetic field. The ship lost control and spiraled downward—crashing directly into Viola’s backyard.
Moments before the crash, Viola heard a buzzing sound in the air, followed by a powerful impact. She rushed to her window to see what had happened.
Her eyes widened, and she gasped in shock, then leapt with overwhelming excitement.
“The project worked! It actually worked! Well done, Viola!”
She ran to grab her phone and began taking pictures of the spacecraft. She quickly ducked out of sight, but peeked out again just enough to keep her eyes on it. The ship’s door began to open.
Out stepped a handsome young man with black hair—or so she thought. She whispered in awe:
“What is a handsome human doing in a spaceship?”
She didn’t hesitate. She started snapping pictures of him. Then, another equally handsome young man exited the ship. She took more photos of both them and the craft.
They spoke to each other, but she couldn’t hear from that distance. Suddenly, they both stopped talking—and looked straight at the window she was watching from.
Panicking, she dropped out of sight and clapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her breathing. She stayed completely still.
Suddenly, her front door burst open—even though she had locked it tightly when she came home.
Surprised? They're aliens, after all.
She bolted upstairs to her bedroom, slammed the door, and hid in her wardrobe, trembling with fear.
“They must’ve figured out I caused the crash. They think I attacked them!”
She tried to calm her breathing, covering her mouth with both hands. The two intruders entered and began looking around. The dark-haired one walked slowly and said:
“Raylan, find a DVD player, a microwave, large batteries—anything that might help us fix the ship.”
Raylan replied:
“And what will you do, Cyrus?”
Cyrus narrowed his eyes.
“I’m going to find the human who was spying on us and taking pictures.”
Raylan asked:
“You noticed her too?”
Cyrus smirked.
“How could I not? Her movements were laughably obvious. Humans are so foolish.”
He went upstairs after thoroughly searching the ground floor. Finding her bedroom door shut, he knew she was inside. Using his telekinetic powers, he opened the door without touching it.
He sensed her presence in the wardrobe—his abilities allowed him to detect human locations. He flung open the wardrobe without lifting a finger and used his telekinesis to pull her out. She floated helplessly, eyes shut in fear.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to crash your ship! It was an accident!”
she cried.
Cyrus’s eyes widened.
“You… You’re the one who brought us down?”
She opened her eyes, startled.
“Oh! You didn’t know?”
She stared at him in wonder, mouth agape. He used his powers to shut her mouth and stared at her intensely. She smiled like a fool.
“My God, you’re even more handsome up close. Are you really an alien? Aren’t you supposed to speak some strange language? Why do you talk like us? Why do you look so human?”
He didn’t answer, surprised by her reaction. Then she touched his cheek and pinched it.
“Your skin is so soft! I swear if this is just a dream, and I passed out at my computer after the project failed, I’ll be heartbroken.”
He flung her hand away without touching her, disgusted and furious.
“How dare you touch me so casually—and photograph us and our ship? That’s an act of aggression. The penalty is severe.”
She was still smiling, forgetting her fear. She kept pinching herself.
He raised an eyebrow.
“What are you doing?”
She answered innocently:
“Making sure this isn’t a dream. Can you pinch me too? You’re way stronger.”
He said coldly:
“Of course not. We’re forbidden from touching or mingling with humans. But since you've already made contact, you’ll have to come with us.”
Her face fell.
“Come with you? Where?”
He didn’t answer. He lifted her into the air again, guiding her out of the room and down the stairs.
“I’m taking you somewhere like your Earth prisons. No one sees us and lives to tell the tale—not freely, anyway.”
Fear consumed her. Her voice trembled.
“
A-am I going to die?”
He looked into her green eyes for a long moment, then turned away and spoke calmly.
“I doubt it. Only the dumbest humans die in situations like this. But you… you managed to disrupt the magnetic field of our ship. You might be useful—if you cooperate.”
When they reached the ground floor, Raylan stared at Cyrus with disapproval. He shook his head.
Cyrus grew serious and dropped Viola to the floor. She hit it hard and groaned.
“Fix the ship. You broke it.”
Terrified, she stood up and stammered:
“H-how can I help you?”
He replied sharply, eyes cold:
“Analyze the residual data, repair the navigation unit, and recalibrate the frequency.”
She nodded and turned to get her laptop—only now noticing the chaotic state of her home. Devices and tools were scattered everywhere, and Raylan was using her equipment.
“What’s he doing with my stuff?! What are you two going to do with them?”
Cyrus was about to reply, but Raylan cut him off.
“You don’t get to ask questions. I suggest you stop being so chatty—unless you’d like a longer sentence in the Time Vault.”
Viola fell silent. She opened her laptop and began using her signal tracker to analyze the interference caused by her project. She traced the last frequency before the crash and tried to recalibrate the ship’s transmitter to it. Then she wrote a temporary code to mimic the alien navigation system and re-activate the spatial compass to guide them back to their planet.
Meanwhile, Cyrus dismantled her appliances, taking the components needed to restore power to the ship.
Eventually, the craft came back to life. Viola was in awe.
She began to speak excitedly—but Raylan used his power to put her to sleep. She collapsed to the floor.
Cyrus stared at her unconscious body, then adjusted her position with his powers. He looked at her face for a moment, then sat next to Raylan at the controls.
Raylan muttered in frustration.
“Why are you treating her so gently? She’s human, Cyrus. If anyone finds out, the High Cosmic Court will punish you.”
A silence hung in the air until Raylan added quietly:
“Don’t worry. I won’t say anything. We’re friends.”
Cyrus didn’t answer. He seemed lost in thought.
Minutes passed. They arrived at their planet and landed the ship. As Raylan stood to exit, Cyrus grabbed his arm firmly.
“I need a favor. I promise I’ll take full responsibility, and your name won’t be mentioned.”
Raylan grew nervous.
“What is it?”
Cyrus hesitated, then said:
“We’re not putting her in the Time Vault. And… we’re not telling anyone she’s human.”
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✅ End of Chapter One
