Harry and the Voice Gate
The last to arrive — the voice the Nexus waited for.
Harry lingered in the human world longer than any of the others. Not because he was afraid — but because some songs take time to find their first note.
As a small tuxedo alley cat, he wandered from street to street, drawn to distant music leaking from windows, the hum of streetlights, the soft rumble of buses at night.
He didn’t sing — not out loud — but something inside him was always trying to.
One night, in a narrow alley lined with fire escapes, the world shifted. The shadows trembled. A silver resonance pulsed through the bricks like a forgotten melody.
Then he heard it — a single note, pure and bright, ringing from nowhere and everywhere at once.
Harry froze. The note curved toward him like it recognized him.
The Voice Gate.
It formed before him as a shimmering crescent of silver-blue light, humming in tune with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
It did not summon. It did not command. It simply waited — exactly as long as he needed.
The Last to Cross
Milkshake had already found stillness. Reggie had embraced the storm. Poto had followed the horizon. Teddy had chased the echo.
Harry did not know this — but he felt the space they left behind.
A voice is always the last instrument to enter the song.
The Gate shimmered, waiting. The note inside him — the one that had never found its shape — finally resonated with something outside him.
He stepped forward.
Becoming the Voice
Silver light wrapped around him. His body stretched upward into its Nexus form — tall, balanced, steady.
The world around him glowed with faint harmonic lines, each one pulsing softly like a breath.
When Harry inhaled, the lines brightened. When he exhaled, they answered.
The Nexus felt his voice before he ever used it.
The Heart of the Nexus
From all directions he sensed the others:
- Solace — calm and unwavering.
- Storm — fierce and brilliant.
- Horizon — patient and curious.
- Echo — restless and honest.
Four paths had opened. Four Gates had awakened.
And now the fifth had found its bearer.
The Voice That Begins, Not Ends
Harry stood tall, silver resonance drifting around him.
He had not been chosen to lead. He had been chosen to begin.
The Voice Gate sealed behind him with a soft chime — not an ending, but a first beat.
The last cat had arrived. The song of the Nexus could finally start.