As the time passed, the moments ticked away and Luth sat idly on the bench, his sac to his side, the occasional gazes of the knights was not something that he minded, his focus more on the talks of Armon that he had, though he knew nothing of what he meant he would surely try than go back from where he came from, that was certain. Before long, Armon showed up inside the field, getting the attention of all the knights, who all stopped their training and bowed lightly in his direction.
"It is alright, knights. Carry on with your training.", Armon spoke with a light tone, and gave them all his same smile that seemed to rarely fade from his face. He was a cheerful person, Luth agreed to that, and Armon quickly spotted him in the corner motioning him with his hand as they both headed towards the empty side of the field, and Luth left the sac on the bench walking up to the commander.
"Where were we then?", Armon turned up his chin, "Ah, yes, Miero, of course, then do listen. The soul is divided into two parts, who both feed of the same energy of the soul."
Armon raised a finger and then explained further,
"Sarava—which is usually called the Core—is the is the part of the soul which is the dominant part of the soul, which controls mental and physical aspects, movement, thinking and all. It is basically the one which binds the whole body together to form functions. Without it even taking a simple breath will be impossible."
Armon raised his thumb next and put it on the senter of his chest,
"The other part is Narava—called the source by most people—which governs, provides and shapes the Miero, an ability which is what you call 'magic', there are a several people who have managed to uncover Miero, but the magnitude of their control over it is unknown, we usually scale it upon the power of the user itself.", he took a deep breath before he continued, "The fault of this is that Miero is not some hound you can tame, it is pure and frenzying chaos. Molding Miero with a unsuitable body will never end well, that is why it is mostly avoided. If you can awaken it then you become a caster. But, I warn you—again and again—Miero is death in strength-less hand, and it is not the strength of your mind or body, it is of you, your self and your core. Wield it without knowing that and you'll be consumed whole."
Armon let out a deep breath,
"That was too much to take."
"That was."
"Shame. I do not know any easier way to explain it. It is not unlikely that I have ever seen any caster, but we still consider them precious, after all hen all they achieve is only as much as a knight can it seems pointless. There are strong ones, who come in a while but who knows when they will."
With that, Armon began to teach him about Miero, not much as he knew, but as much as Luth could understand.
They tried swords, lances, daggers, but Luth could wield none. His lean hands, slim wrists, as they almost protruded his thin bones could pick less in his condition. As the sun came to the lower heights of the sky, occupying a orange gradient, giving it's way into colder winds which blew against the weary body of the boy. Everyone in the field had retired away at this point, while no mind had been paid by them to anything but their own training.
Armon still, being quite tired himself, watching the boy train constricted himself from stopping and insisted he continued. And Luth obeyed but were quickly stopped as steps resounded upon the soft snows, making a crumbling sound came towards them.
Both men halted to turn at the figure who came in their view,
"I assumed you would not be taking any students, at least that is what you told me."
Armon eased up hearing the voice, and Luth yet stayed confused being unfamiliar to the stranger who had interrupted their session.
"Well," said Armon, almost sheepishly at the man, "I would not call it taking a student, Kara. I am just... assisting the boy."
"And what does assisting stand for here." rejoined the man named Kara, "I have seen you with the boy at the training field since the duration of the day. Provide any explanation for that and I might be comforted. Who is the boy?"
"Well what of it, Kara? It is no use of concerning yourself with this." said Armon firmly, "You should be taking your leave as well, I would not appreciate people at the Province House this late without business."
"I have many affairs that I require completed. Perhaps this is the last one. For that I will leave you alone. But the Province house is no place for boys who are not in the least potent." saying that, Kara retreated back inside the buildings, disappearing in he mist of darkness that enveloped his cloak.
"Who was he?" asked Luth, unknowing about the other.
"Kara, he joined the Order of Notis, the north province about 2 years ago, ere that he had requested me to teach him when he was but a apprentice caster within the province house. I refused since I myself had better things to do. I do not know if he had ever took bad heed of it but I am sure of it that he is not the most pleased by my decision. There were my reasons that I did not disclose, but I think he will not listen. So in end I just left him be and he did his job while I busied myself with my work. But never mind that, we must focus on this for now."
Luth nodded and they stated the process again.
Days passed, flew away in the wind with a great absence of progress that needed dire attention. Luth's frail body had improved into a much healthier of conditions, but sill there was no progress in Miero. He could wield a sword well, but still lacked enough competence to become a knight within the order. This was not addressed till later a week when they met in a different place which was not the training field.
For the duration of the week, Armon had generously offered his home as a place of rest for him inside his very own home. Though out he had been provided for by the commander, yet there was progress absent.
After week they met inside a little garden that was empty in the morning, he sun was still at its little slumber, absent from the dark sky that stretched out vastly over all of Zion covering it in a unpleasant coldness.
Armon stood there resting his same cloak in his arms, and a scarf was coiled around his neck as he looked over his shoulder to see Luth approaching towards him, as he had called him accordingly. He gave a brief nod and turned his direction, facing him with a look that only Luth could assume was not the sign of the best.
"Why did you call me here, Armon?" said Luth, after moments when he had mustered enough courage, and in reply Armon gave him a small gaze then he shut his eyes, resting them in the darkness before he opened them and spoke.
"Luth, it has been my observation that you have not been progressing, not in Miero, and very less in other aspects as well." Armon said, causing Luth to slightly flick his brows, 'I see no use if it continues like this. That is why I think there is no way out of this, You must leave."
Luth felt sunken, he knew it would eventually lead o this, and he wanted to accept it as he had seen, but he was still lost. Never had he thought about what he would do if this was ever to befell upon him, and now he felt all of it weighing him down, but with all he could gather, he took the will and stepped back.
"A minute." said Armon as he extended his arm, offering Luth his cloak.
Luther took it without a word and parted away. Armon blankly stared at him till there was a silence and no figure in view.
"You think just leaving him to himself will do any good?"
A familiar voice fell on his ears, and Armon made no reply to it for a moment before nodding as he looked over his shoulder at Kara, who rested on the bark of one of the tree.
"It will, or not, that is no concern to me." said Armon as he slid his finger inside his shirt, drawing out a silver necklace which shone brightly; "He might die as well, but we can only guess how it goes." he concluded as he pulled the necklace further away, the crystal beyond his chin when a flake of snow softly drifted its way upon it causing Armon to look up the sky, as the dawn had begun, and the sun rode upwards slowly, "Second-month of winter is really troublesome, is it not?"
"What makes you think a boy with such willpower can ever fathom Miero, much less use it?"
Armon
"I think I should be glad that you never taught me." replied Kara.
"I am not a teacher, such I already reminded you." rejoined the commander, his eyes sharply aimed on Kara, "After all, you know how the old songs say, 'A Pindar blooms in fire,' he concluded.
The latter narrowed his eyes in return and joined the later part, "'and there it turns to ash.', or is it not so?"
"It is so," came the answer, "then let use see what comes first, the ashes or the fire."