In a world where memories could be transferred from one person to another, a young woman named Lena made a living as a memory thief, stealing and selling recollections on the black market. She was a very evil lady. Her latest target was a wealthy businessman named Marcus, who possessed a valuable memory that could change the course of history, and Lena would stop at nothing to extract it from his mind, even if it meant destroying him and intimidated by the young woman's purity, sensing that Jasmine's presence could potentially disrupt her own sinister plans. Lena decided to become her friend. They then became really close until Lena decided to steal her memory without knowing about the fact that Jasmine possesses a special power. Unbeknownst to Lena, Jasmine possessed a rare gift known as "The Guardian's Shield," which protected her memories and thoughts from being manipulated or stolen, and when Lena attempted to extract her memories, she was met with a sudden surge of energy that repelled her, leaving her stunned and confused.

Lena went back home and started pacing, looking for a solution. As she paced, her eyes fell upon an ancient tome hidden away on a dusty shelf, bound in black leather and adorned with strange symbols that seemed to whisper secrets to her, and she knew that this forbidden book held the key to breaking Jasmine's Guardian Shield and claiming her memories for herself. As she reached out to touch the cover, the air around her grew thick with an eerie, pulsating energy, and the symbols etched into the leather began to glow with a malevolent light, whispering a single, chilling word in her ear: "Welcome". She laughed wickedly "ha ha ha", "finally I found it, now let's see how she would be able to get away this time".

With a cackle still echoing on her lips, Lena opened the book, releasing a dark, swirling mist that enveloped her, and as she began to read the forbidden words within, her eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, and her voice grew louder, chanting ancient incantations that shook the very foundations of the room. The words on the pages seemed to shift and writhe like living serpents, and as Lena's voice reached a fevered pitch, the mist coalesced into a dark, tendril-like appendage that reached out to ensnare her, pulling her deeper into the book's malevolent embrace, until she was consumed by an unholy union of darkness and shadow. "I can feel the power!!! It's working" Lena said. Her eyes aglow with an eerie, ethereal light, Lena raised her hands to the sky, and as she did, the shadows around her began to twist and contort, taking on a life of their own, until a dark, churning vortex erupted from the book, enveloping Jasmine's distant form, and Lena's voice rang out in triumph: "Yes! Now, your memories are MINE!". Suddenly a voice came out of nowhere "I DON'T THINK SO".

Kinetic energy burst forth from the voice, shattering the dark vortex and sending Lena flying across the room, her eyes wide with shock and fury, as a figure emerged from the shadows - a towering, imposing form with piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into her very soul, and a voice that rumbled like thunder: "You shall not have her memories, Lena. For I am the Guardian of Jasmine's mind.

Lena's eyes widened in shock "Alya?". The Guardian's expression remained stern, but a hint of a smile played on her lips as she replied, "Surprised to see me, sister?" - and with that, the room was filled with the weight of a long-forgotten history, as Lena's eyes locked onto Alya's, and the air was charged with the tension of a centuries-old rivalry, and a bond of blood and betrayal."Why are you here?" Lena asked. Alya's gaze narrowed, her voice taking on a tone of icy determination: "I've been watching you, Lena. I know all about your little schemes and manipulations. And I've come to put a stop to it. You'll never take Jasmine's memories, or use her as a pawn in your twisted games. She's under my protection now."

As Alya spoke, the shadows around her seemed to deepen, as if darkness itself was rallying to her cause, and Lena's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and fear, knowing she was facing a foe unlike any other. I'm sure you though I was dead Lena, but now you know I'm very much alive. Lena's face twisted in a snarl, her eyes blazing with a toxic mix of shock, anger, and betrayal, as she spat out the words: "You're supposed to be dead, Alya! I saw you fall, I felt your life force fade away! You were supposed to be gone, forever!" And with that, the room seemed to shake with the force of Lena's rage, as if the very foundations of her existence had been torn asunder by Alya's unexpected resurrection.

I didn't die Lena, I was saved by Jasmine. After you tried to kill me I grew weak and fainted. Then later on when I woke up I found myself in Jasmine's house. Lena's eyes widened in horror, her mind reeling as the truth dawned on her: "No...it can't be...Jasmine knew all along? She's been playing me, using me...and you...you're her pawn now, aren't you?" Alya's nod was like a dagger to Lena's heart, and with a strangled cry, she launched herself at her sister, but Alya was ready, and with a swift gesture, she sent Lena flying across the room, slamming her into the wall with a fierce declaration: "You'll never hurt anyone I care about again, Lena!".

Then Jasmine opened the door and saw Lena on the floor. Jasmine's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and concern as she took in the scene before her, her gaze darting from Lena's crumpled form to Alya's towering figure, and with a swift stride, she crossed the room, her voice ringing out: "Alya, what happened? I thought we agreed to keep her contained, not to engage!" Alya's expression softened slightly as she met Jasmine's gaze, and with a gentle nod, she replied: "She was trying to use the forbidden book, Jasmine. I couldn't let her harm you or herself." Jasmine's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched in a tight line as she turned to Lena, and with a voice like ice, she said: "You were warned, Lena. Now, you'll face the consequences."

You... You deceived me Jasmine, I thought I was your friend.

Jasmine's expression faltered, a flicker of guilt crossing her face, as she knelt beside Lena, her voice softening: "I'm sorry, Lena. I never meant to hurt you. But I couldn't let you continue down this path. Your obsession with the forbidden arts would have destroyed you, and others. I was trying to protect you, even if it meant keeping secrets from you." Lena's gaze searched Jasmine's face, seeking truth, and for a moment, their eyes locked in a silent understanding, before Lena's face contorted in anguish, and she whispered: "You're just like all the others...using me for your own purposes..."Lena? But you are the one using people.

Lena's eyes flashed with anger and hurt, but then, a cold, hard mask slipped over her face, and she spat out the words: "How dare you. You know nothing about me. I'm the only one who truly understands what needs to be done. And I'll stop at nothing to achieve it." As she spoke, her body began to shift, her limbs twisting and contorting in ways that seemed impossible, her eyes burning with an otherworldly energy, and Jasmine and Alya exchanged a worried glance, knowing they were facing a foe who had crossed into the realm of darkness. "Lena I forgive you for trying to kill me" Alya said, But you need to stop stealing the memory of others.

Lena's twisted form froze, her eyes flashing with a mix of shock and rage, as Alya's words struck a chord deep within her. For a moment, the darkness seemed to recede, and a glimmer of the old Lena shone through, before being extinguished by a wave of malevolent fury. "You think you can forgive me?" Lena's voice was a venomous hiss. "You think you're better than me? I'll show you what true power looks like. And as for memories...I'll take yours next, Alya. And Jasmine's. And I'll use them to fuel my ascent to greatness." The air seemed to grow colder, as Lena's darkness deepened, and the shadows themselves appeared to coalesce into twisted, living tendrils that reached out to snare her enemies.

Lena, but mum warned us not to use our powers for evil but for good deeds. Lena's face contorted in a snarl, as if the mention of her mother's words was a physical blow. "Shut up! You don't get to mention her! You don't get to use her words against me!" She spat, her voice dripping with venom. "I know what she said, I know what she wanted...but she's gone now. And I'm the one who's left to carry on her legacy...my way." The darkness around her seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, as if feeding off her emotions, and her eyes flashed with a malevolent light. "I'll show you what true power looks like. I'll show you what it means to be a master of the forbidden arts."

"Seems you want it the hard way Lena." Alya said. Lena's eyes flashed with a fierce light, as she sneered at Alya. "Oh, I want it the hard way. I want to see you try to stop me. I want to see you try to defeat me." She raised her hands, and the shadows around her seemed to coalesce into dark, twisted tendrils that reached out to ensnare Alya. "Come on, sister. Let's end this. Let's see who's the stronger one." The air was electric with tension, as the two sisters faced off, their powers locked in a struggle that would only end with one of them victorious. Jasmine watched, her heart heavy with sorrow, knowing that this was a battle that would change everything forever.

Suddenly Alya raised her hands and a bright light emerged from the darkness. The light was like a beacon, piercing through the shadows and illuminating the dark tendrils that had threatened to consume Alya. The tendrils recoiled, hissing like living serpents, as the light washed over them, banishing the darkness and sending it fleeing back to the depths of Lena's twisted soul. Lena herself stumbled back, her eyes shielding themselves from the intensity of the light, her face contorted in a mixture of rage and pain. "No...you can't...!" she screamed, but her words were drowned out by the light, which grew brighter and brighter, until it was like a small sun in the room, filling every corner with its radiance. And in the center of it all, Alya stood tall, her hands still raised, her eyes shining with a fierce inner light, as if she had become a vessel for the very essence of goodness itself.