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Mr. Fred and the messenger stepped forward together and bowed deeply before the thrones. Noah and Lyra quickly followed, bending low with stiff nerves. Mira remained just behind them at first, silent and still.
Her eyes lifted slowly to King Nalon. Then, without meaning to, her gaze drifted toward Queen Rhea.
Their eyes met.
Mira's lips curved into a soft, gentle smile—faint, almost shy.
Queen Rhea's breath caught for just a moment.
She remembered.
The small girl who once stayed in the castle during the quarantine years… the quiet sleepover nights, the warm blankets, the soft laughter that filled the guest room. The memory softened her expression instantly. Without saying a word, she gave Mira a small nod in return—warm, familiar, and full of recognition.
Mira felt her chest tighten slightly. She stepped forward and bowed deeply, now facing King Nalon as well.
Soon, all five of them—Mira, Noah, Lyra, Fred, and the messenger—stood upright once more.
Silence filled the vast throne hall.
King Nalon studied them one by one. His sharp eyes moved from Noah… to Lyra… then finally to Mira. The calm weight of his gaze made Noah swallow.
At last, the King spoke.
"Why have the three of you come here today?" his voice was steady, neither harsh nor warm—just firm.
The messenger knight stepped forward right away and bowed again.
"Your Majesty," he said respectfully, "they seek an audience regarding Prince Nathan. It concerns the duel tournament at the Arena of Valor. The matter is time-sensitive."
Noah nodded quickly. "Y-Yes, Your Majesty. It's really important."
King Nalon rested one arm on the throne's armrest. "Nathan…" he repeated quietly.
For a moment, he seemed to think.
"I believe he's in the training yard," the King said at last.
Fred leaned forward slightly and nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. I saw him there earlier this morning. He's been training since dawn."
Lyra blinked. "Dawn…? Does he ever rest?"
Fred chuckled. "That boy? Only when he drops."
Noah let out a small, nervous laugh. "That… sounds like him."
More silence followed—then the soft sound of fabric shifting.
Queen Rhea rose from her throne.
The air in the hall changed instantly.
Everyone straightened without thinking.
"I will lead them myself," she said calmly. "We will go to the backyard and meet Nathan."
Noah's eyes widened. "Y-Your Majesty… you don't have to—"
She gave him a gentle look. "This involves my son. Of course I do."
Fred smiled and stepped forward at once. "Then I'll come too."
The messenger nodded with respect. "A wise choice, Your Majesty. I shall return to my duties and proceed to the Arena of Valor for updates."
Queen Rhea gave a short nod in return, then turned to Noah, Lyra, and Mira.
"Let's go," she said firmly. "No time to waste."
Lyra straightened quickly. "Y-Yes, Your Majesty!"
Noah bowed again. "Thank you."
Mira only nodded quietly, her heart beating faster than before.
Queen Rhea stepped forward first, her royal gown brushing smoothly across the polished tiles. Fred followed just behind her—steady and calm. The messenger turned away in the opposite direction, already heading toward the distant exits that led to the Arena.
Noah, Lyra, and Mira followed behind them.
As they walked through the back halls, the air felt different—less grand, less heavy. The bright hallways slowly gave way to open windows, fresh air, and distant sounds of steel striking steel.
Clang.
Clang.
The faint sound of training echoed from afar.
Lyra's eyes lit up. "You hear that?"
Noah nodded. "That's the yard. He's really there."
They walked a bit farther, but Mira suddenly slowed her steps without meaning to. Her eyes lowered for a heartbeat, her fingers lightly brushing the side of her clothes.
Nathan…
Queen Rhea, walking just ahead, noticed the shift immediately. She glanced back with gentle eyes.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" she said softly.
Mira stiffened and quickly looked up. "Y-Yes, Your Majesty."
For a moment, words almost slipped out of her—
Please… don't say it. Don't tell them I've been here before…
But she swallowed them down.
Calm down. Just act normal, she reminded herself.
A quiet guilt tugged inside her chest. Noah and Lyra didn't know the truth. And Fred, walking beside the Queen, looked guilty too—his face calm, but his eyes quietly avoiding Mira's. He clearly knew everything, yet he didn't interrupt the Queen or correct anything. He tried to look like nothing was wrong.
Noah and Lyra, meanwhile, walked behind them with sharpened attention. They didn't look directly at Mira, but their ears were definitely open.
Queen Rhea gave a warm, mother-like smile. "You've grown strong."
Mira didn't know how to respond. Her throat felt tight. She only nodded again, quietly.
Lyra squinted at her, eyes narrowing as if she just realized something.
"Hold on…" she whispered loudly to Noah. "Why does she look like she knows this whole place?"
Noah blinked. "Actually… yeah. Mira, you walked through the halls like you've been here ten times already."
Mira's eyes widened. "Wh— I—I just… remembered a bit—"
Lyra gasped playfully and leaned closer. "So you do know this place! Look at you pretending you're all innocent."
"Hey— I didn't pretend," Mira muttered, embarrassed.
Lyra smirked, making a dramatic jealous face. "Wow… so while Noah and I were struggling not to touch the expensive walls, you were just casually leading the way in your mind?"
"It's not like that—"
Lyra gently nudged her shoulder, a soft slap. "Tsk. Unfair. You kept secrets from us."
Queen Rhea chuckled lightly, covering her smile with her hand. Fred also laughed under his breath. Noah just shook his head with a small grin.
"That's what you get for teasing her all the time," Noah said casually.
Lyra turned to him slowly. "You want me to slap you too?"
Noah raised his eyebrows. "Hey— remember your behavior. The Queen is in front of us."
Lyra froze, then coughed and pretended to fix her hair. "Right… right. Behavior. Of course."
Her eyes rolled softly, but she behaved.
Queen Rhea glanced back again, amused. "You three have good energy together."
Noah smiled awkwardly. Mira lowered her head shyly. Lyra proudly placed her hands on her hips like she just won something.
As they continued walking, the air slowly changed. The polished floors transitioned into stone tiles. Sunlight grew brighter ahead, leaking in through the tall archway at the end of the corridor.
The wide doors of the backyard training yard slowly came into view—tall, heavy, and slightly open, letting in warm light and the distant sound of steel clashing.
Beyond those doors—
The training yard awaited.
And yet—
Nathan was not there.
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The group stopped at the edge of the yard, looking around at the empty space. Sunlight spread across the practice field, and the faint breeze moved the tall grass near the fences. But no footsteps… no metal clashing… nothing.
Noah frowned first.
"Wait—hold on," he murmured. "We did hear clanging earlier, right? Or are my ears messing with me?"
Lyra squinted around. "No, I heard it too… like someone was sparring."
Fred stepped forward, scratching his chin. "That's strange. Prince Nathan was here not too long ago… unless he moved to the far end of the yard…"
Queen Rhea's brows gently lowered, thoughtful. "He wouldn't leave without telling someone. Something is off."
Noah and Lyra exchanged a quick glance.
Meanwhile, Mira stayed silent. Her eyes kept drifting around the edges of the training yard—the bushes, the shadows, the areas behind the wooden racks of training weapons. Her instincts twitched.
Something's here… I can feel it…
Queen Rhea noticed Mira's cautious behavior for a second but kept her tone calm. "Let's try spreading out. He might be around."
They nodded.
Slowly, all of them split in different directions across the large yard. The backyard of the castle was wide… with patches of bushes, stone paths, small weapon racks, and a few low trees blocking sight from time to time.
The breeze rustled lightly.
For a moment, everything seemed normal.
Then—
A faint movement.
Behind Noah.
He didn't notice it at first, too busy checking the corner of the yard. But someone slipped out from behind a bush—quiet as a shadow. A gloved hand tapped Noah's shoulder lightly.
"Huh?" Noah turned, startled. "Wha—"
A hand quickly covered his mouth—not tightly, just enough to stop a loud reaction.
A familiar whisper followed.
"Relax. It's me."
Noah's eyes widened as he recognized the voice behind the mask. "Nathan?!"
Nathan nodded once. "Shh. Don't yell. Stay low."
Before Noah could ask anything, Nathan nudged him gently toward a cluster of bushes at the side. Noah crouched down there, confused but listening.
"Bro, what are you doing?" Noah whispered urgently.
Nathan only whispered back, "Trust me."
Then he vanished again—quiet, swift, almost playful.
Noah blinked.
"…I forgot he moves like that."
Before he could finish processing it, a soft voice yelped somewhere to the left.
Lyra had wandered toward a bush where a small butterfly had perched. She crouched, smiling softly at the wings fluttering in the sunlight.
"Wow… pretty," she whispered.
A shadow moved behind her.
Something shifted the branches.
Lyra barely had time to turn before someone slid an arm around her shoulders from behind and gently covered her mouth.
She stiffened. "Mh—?!"
Another whisper came.
"Calm down. It's just me."
Her eyes widened. "Nathan?!"
Nathan's disguised face appeared when he leaned closer. Even with the mask, his playful eyes gave him away.
He whispered again, "Don't scream. Go where Noah is. I'll send Mira next."
Lyra blinked at him, then squinted suspiciously. "Wait—what are you—"
He winked.
Lyra stared at him for a second, then muttered under her breath, "Unbelievable…"
But she still obeyed, crawling toward Noah's bush.
When she reached him, she whispered, "He got you too?"
Noah sighed. "I didn't even see him coming."
Lyra snorted softly. "Show-off prince…"
Meanwhile, Mira walked slowly near the farther side of the yard. Her steps were light, careful, almost trained. She kept scanning the bushes and corners, her senses alert.
Something tugged gently at her awareness.
Then—
In a single smooth motion, a hand reached from behind a bush and lightly took hold of her wrist—not harsh, just a guiding grip—and pulled her slightly lower.
Mira's breath caught. "Wha—"
A quiet whisper brushed her ear.
"It's me."
She turned her head just enough to see the masked figure.
Her eyes softened instantly. "Nathan…?"
He removed his hand, raising both palms slightly as if apologizing for the surprise. "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you."
Mira let out a small breath, steadying herself. "I… I knew something was off. But I didn't expect this."
Nathan chuckled quietly beneath the mask. "Good instincts. You almost spotted me."
She looked around at the bushes. "Where are the others?"
Nathan pointed with his chin. "Already waiting. Come on."
Before walking, he added softly, "And, uh… don't be mad. It's part of a plan."
Mira narrowed her eyes a little. "A plan?"
Nathan nodded, amused.
"It's my mother's birthday. This is the start of the surprise."
Mira stared at him. "…Nathan. You scared all of us."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah… I realized that."
She sighed but couldn't stop a tiny smile. "Just… warn me next time."
"Noted," he whispered with a playful salute.
Nathan guided her carefully toward the same cluster of bushes where Noah and Lyra were waiting in confusion.
When the two saw Mira approach with Nathan behind her, they all exhaled in unison.
Noah muttered, "Finally. The last one."
"There you are! Took you long enough," Lyra whispered.
Mira shot her a look. "Well, not my fault."
Nathan lifted a finger to his lips. "Quiet. My mother and Fred are still looking around."
All three stopped.
Noah whispered, "So this was you making all that noise earlier?"
Nathan smirked. "Maybe."
Lyra squinted her eyes teasingly. "You masked villain wannabe."
Nathan raised an eyebrow. "Says the girl who tried to attack a butterfly like a kid."
Lyra gasped softly. "Hey!"
Mira stifled a small laugh.
Nathan held back a grin. "Alright. Stay low. Don't move. Everything has to happen perfectly."
He glanced toward the center of the yard where Queen Rhea and Fred were still searching.
"Ready?" he whispered.
The three of them nodded.
And the surprise was about to begin.
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Queen Rhea slowed her steps near the tall doors that led back into the castle. She looked around the wide yard again, her eyes calm but clearly searching.
"…Strange," she said softly. "First Nathan disappears. And now the others too."
Fred frowned, scanning the open space and the bushes near the edges. "They were just here a moment ago," he said, confused. "Noah and Lyra were checking that side… and Mira was right behind them."
He let out a small sigh. "This yard isn't that small. They couldn't have all vanished at once."
Queen Rhea crossed her arms lightly, thoughtful rather than worried. "Nathan always had a habit of slipping away when he wanted to," she said. "But this feels… planned."
Fred glanced at her, then chuckled quietly. "That sounds like him."
Meanwhile…
Near the far side of the training yard, hidden between stacked wooden crates and thick bushes, Nathan crouched low beside Mira. The world felt quieter here, like the yard was holding its breath.
Noah and Lyra were hidden farther left, out of sight, sticking to their own part of the plan.
Nathan slowly leaned closer to Mira and pointed upward.
"See that?" he whispered.
Mira followed his finger.
Above the yard, near the upper balcony roof of the castle, a wide roll of white fabric edged with gold was tightly bound, hidden just beneath the ledge. It blended so well with the stone that most people wouldn't notice it at all.
Mira's eyes widened slightly. "That's…"
Nathan nodded. "The banner."
She squinted, reading the faint letters pressed into the folded cloth.
"Happy Birthday, Mother!!!"
Mira let out a quiet breath. "You hid it well."
Nathan smiled faintly. "Fred helped. He pretended not to notice anything."
Mira glanced back toward the center of the yard, where Queen Rhea and Fred were still looking around. "They're confused," she whispered. "Your plan is working a little too well."
Nathan shrugged lightly. "Give it a few more seconds."
He carefully reached behind one of the crates and pulled out a bow and an arrow, already prepared. He held it out to her.
"You'll need to cut the rope holding it," he said quietly. "Aim just above the knot. Once it drops, the banner will—"
"I know already," Mira cut in, taking the bow from his hand with confidence.
She gave him a small sideways look. "Just watch and learn. I'm higher-ranked than you, remember?"
Nathan blinked once… then nodded, accepting it without argument. "Fair enough."
Mira shifted her footing, calm and steady. She raised the bow slowly, careful not to make a sound. Her eyes locked onto the thin rope tied near the balcony edge.
The yard felt silent.
But not empty.
From their hiding spot, Noah whispered to Lyra, "Is it time yet?"
Lyra peeked through the leaves. "Any second now…"
Back near the doors, Queen Rhea stopped walking. "Fred," she said quietly, "do you feel that?"
He tilted his head. "Yes… like something's about to happen."
Mira exhaled once.
Then…
She released the arrow.
The string snapped softly.
The arrow flew clean and straight.
A sharp snap echoed as the rope was cut.
For half a second, nothing happened.
Then the white-and-gold fabric unfurled.
The banner dropped smoothly from the balcony, catching the sunlight as it spread wide across the stone wall.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOTHER!!!
The words gleamed clearly across the yard.
Queen Rhea froze.
Fred's eyes widened.
From the bushes, Noah whispered, "Yes!"
Lyra pumped her fist silently. "She nailed it."
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The banner finished unfurling, its edges fluttering gently in the breeze.
For a heartbeat, the entire yard went still.
Queen Rhea stared up at the words, her breath caught halfway. "…Happy… birthday?" she whispered, almost unsure.
Fred slowly broke into a wide smile, almost laughing from guilt. "Well," he said, voice warm, "I suppose that answers where everyone went."
Before she could turn around—
A sharp pop sounded from above.
Queen Rhea stiffened slightly. "What?"
Another sound followed.
Pop.
Fred tilted his head up, then let out a casual chuckle, waving one hand lightly.
"Ah… probably Tomas messing with old signal flares again," he said easily. "I told him the yard wasn't the place for experiments."
Queen Rhea glanced at him, unconvinced but amused. "You let him do that now?"
Fred shrugged. "He gets bored."
Then…
The sky lit up.
Golden light burst above the castle balcony, spreading wide across the open air like a rising sun.
Gasps echoed through the yard.
Queen Rhea's breath caught as the warmth of the light washed over her face.
At the same time—
Beyond the castle walls, the city of Atlon stirred.
In the crowded streets, merchants paused mid-sentence as gold reflected off stone roofs and hanging banners.
A baker stepped out of his shop, wiping flour from his hands. "Fireworks…?"
Children stopped running and pointed excitedly. "Look! Look at the sky!"
Guards near the fountain exchanged knowing smiles.
"It's today," one said.
"The Queen's birthday," the other replied.
Near the Arena of Valor, people gathered without being told.
Some climbed the outer steps. Others leaned over the upper railings. From there, the view was clear and wide—the castle standing proud beneath the colors bursting above it.
"That's gold," someone murmured.
"Royal colors," another said softly.
Back in the yard—
Fireworks continued to rise from the balcony, clearing the stone railing before blooming into soft, shimmering shapes. Gold spilled outward first—rich and warm—followed by deep blues, gentle reds, and violet sparks that curved like flowers opening in the night air.
Queen Rhea flinched at the first burst—
Then she laughed softly.
She lifted a hand to shield her eyes as the colors danced across them. "Oh…" she breathed, almost in disbelief. "They can see it from everywhere, can't they?"
Fred smiled, no longer hiding it. "That was the plan."
Above them, the fireworks spread wider and brighter, their echoes rolling softly through the city—carrying the moment far beyond the castle walls.
"Oh my…" she breathed.
From behind the balcony balustrade, figures finally stood up.
Tomas rose first, brushing off his uniform like nothing unusual had just happened. "On your mark," he muttered.
Eren grinned beside him. "Already fired three. Perfect timing."
Kellin adjusted the launcher carefully. "Gold first, like you said."
Jarek leaned over the edge just enough to peek down. "She's looking up. Good sign."
Ellis, calmer as ever, nodded once. "Proceed."
Another wave of fireworks launched—this time bursting into layered rings, some forming star-like shapes, others cascading downward like falling embers.
At the sides of the castle, doors quietly opened.
Counselors stepped out, smiling. Knights in clean armor lined the edges of the yard. Castle staff emerged from behind pillars and walkways, some clapping softly, others watching with proud expressions.
Commander Galen still hid in the wall, standing with his arms crossed in amusement. "So this is what all the secrecy was for."
A nearby knight chuckled. "Worth it."
Down below, Noah popped up from the bushes, unable to hold it in. "SURPRISE!"
Lyra followed, laughing. "Happy birthday, Your Majesty!"
Mira stepped out next, lowering the bow carefully before handing it back to Nathan. "Banner's down safely."
Nathan nodded, eyes already fixed on his mother.
Queen Rhea finally turned fully toward the yard—and froze again.
Nathan stepped forward from the bushes, removing the mask and setting it aside. He walked toward her slowly, respectful, but there was a softness in his eyes that wasn't there during training or court matters.
He stopped a few steps away and bowed.
"Happy birthday, Mother," he said simply.
For a moment, Queen Rhea didn't speak.
Then she covered her mouth, emotion finally breaking through her calm composure. "Nathan… you did all of this?"
He straightened. "Not alone."
He gestured lightly around the yard.
She looked again—at the squad on the balcony, at Fred smiling beside her, at the knights and staff who had clearly known all along, at Noah, Lyra, and Mira standing proudly behind Nathan.
Her voice trembled just a little. "You all planned this… just for me?"
Fred chuckled. "We couldn't let the Queen's birthday pass like any other day."
Another firework burst above them—this one forming a bright golden crown before fading into sparks.
Queen Rhea laughed softly, a small tear finally slipping free. She brushed it away with her thumb, still looking up at the banner, the lights, the people she loved gathered around her.
"I don't even know if it feels like my birthday anymore," she said with a quiet laugh. "I don't even know what to say."
Nathan took a small step closer, his voice gentle. "You don't have to say anything. Just… enjoy it."
She turned to him, studying his face for a moment, as if trying to memorize it. The noise, the lights, the surprise—it all faded just a little.
Then—
A sudden flutter broke the calm.
Something burst out from the bushes near the edge of the yard.
Mira stiffened. "Huh—?"
Aerois shot out first, wings cutting through the air as he circled once above them before swooping low. At the same time, a small gray blur hopped clumsily after him.
"Wait—Grey?" Mira blinked.
The bunny rushed straight toward her and jumped, bumping into her leg before trying to cling on. He slipped a little, scrambling, clearly more excited than graceful.
"Hey—!" Mira laughed, startled, bending down quickly. "Oh—it's you. I saw you earlier outside, didn't I?"
She gently picked Grey up, holding him close. The bunny wriggled once, then settled, ears twitching.
Aerois landed neatly on her shoulder, folding his wings like he'd done it a hundred times before.
Mira smiled, surprised but warm. "You remember me, huh?"
Grey huffed lightly. "Alright, alright—put me down already. You know me."
She chuckled under her breath. "You haven't changed at all."
She lowered him carefully back to the ground, giving his head a light pat. Grey hopped once, then twice—before suddenly changing direction.
Straight toward Queen Rhea.
The bunny slowed, acting calm now, almost polite. He stopped near her feet, sitting still like an ordinary pet.
Queen Rhea noticed him and smiled softly. "Well… aren't you a brave little one."
She glanced up at Mira, her expression gentle, then raised one finger.
Aerois lifted off from Mira's shoulder without hesitation and glided across the short distance, landing perfectly on Queen Rhea's finger. His wings folded, calm and familiar, as if this was exactly where he was meant to be.
Queen Rhea let out a soft laugh. "So even you were part of this."
Fred chuckled beside her. "Nothing gets past them, Your Majesty."
Mira relaxed, watching the scene with a small smile. "I should've known," she murmured. "Everyone was in on it."
Queen Rhea finally reached out and placed a hand on Nathan's shoulder, squeezing gently. Her voice softened.
"You've grown so much," she said quietly. "Too clever for your own good."
Nathan smiled—just a little.
Above them, Tomas straightened on the balcony and raised his voice. "Final round!"
The last set of fireworks launched together—gold at the center, wrapped in colorful spirals that lit the sky in one full, shining bloom.
Applause filled the yard.
Not loud at first—but warm, steady, real.
Queen Rhea looked around at all of them—the knights, the staff, the squad above, her son standing close, the small creatures at her side.
Her smile was open, unguarded.
"This," she said softly, "is the best birthday I've had in years."
And for once, the castle yard didn't feel like a place of duty or rank.
Just a family, sharing a moment under the light they made together.
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The final sparks faded slowly, drifting down like falling stars.
Applause echoed through the yard—knights clapping with pride, staff smiling openly, even a few quiet cheers slipping out before anyone could stop them.
Then—
A steady, familiar presence filled the balcony.
Footsteps.
The squads straightened at once.
Tomas snapped to attention first. "Squad—form up."
Eren, Kellin, Jarek, and Ellis moved in unison, standing tall behind the balustrade. Their playful expressions vanished, replaced by clean discipline.
The counselors nearby fell silent.
Queen Rhea felt it before she saw him.
She looked up.
King Nalon stepped forward onto the balcony.
He wore his formal coat, dark and clean, the crest of the kingdom catching the light. His hands rested calmly behind his back as he surveyed the yard below—the banner, the people, the smiles that hadn't faded yet.
For a moment, he said nothing.
Then he smiled.
A real one.
"Well done," King Nalon said, his voice carrying clearly across the yard. "All of you."
The squads held firm, chins lifted.
Tomas spoke, steady and proud. "Operation completed successfully, Your Majesty."
Nalon nodded. "I can see that."
He turned his gaze downward, landing on Queen Rhea.
"Happy birthday," he said warmly. "I was told I was not allowed to interfere… or even appear early."
Queen Rhea laughed softly, wiping at her eyes. "So you knew too."
"I helped approve the fireworks," he admitted. "And the timing."
Fred leaned closer to her and whispered, "He tried to pretend he didn't enjoy planning it."
King Nalon cleared his throat lightly, pretending not to hear that.
His eyes shifted to Nathan.
The prince stood straight, meeting his father's gaze without hesitation.
"You led this," King Nalon said.
Nathan nodded once. "Yes, Father."
There was no anger in the king's expression—only quiet approval.
"You handled it well," Nalon said. "No panic. No mistakes. And you remembered what matters."
Nathan lowered his head slightly. "Thank you."
From the balcony, Nalon raised one hand.
At once, the squads moved again—this time stepping forward in a clean line, standing proudly behind him.
"This celebration," King Nalon said, "was not ordered. It was chosen."
He looked across the yard—at the knights, the staff, the counselors, the young ones still catching their breath from excitement.
"And that," he continued, "means more than any ceremony."
Queen Rhea's smile softened even more.
She took Nathan's hand without thinking, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I'll remember this," she said quietly. "All of it."
King Nalon inclined his head toward her. "As you should."
The tension of formality slowly eased.
Someone clapped again.
Then another.
Soon, the yard filled with easy voices—laughter, quiet comments, footsteps moving closer.
Lyra leaned toward Noah. "Okay… that was actually perfect."
Noah nodded. "Worth hiding in bushes."
Mira glanced at Nathan. "Next time," she said calmly, "I'm planning."
Nathan smiled. "Deal."
Above them, the banner fluttered once more in the breeze.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOTHER!!!
And beneath it, the royal family stood… not as rulers, not as commanders…
But simply together.
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Queen Rhea stayed relaxed even as the celebration quieted. She wiped the last trace of tears from her cheek, still smiling a little. Fred was about to speak again…
… but the tall rear doors suddenly swung open.
A messenger stumbled in, slightly out of breath, as if he had sprinted all the way from the inner halls. His hair was a bit messy, his cloak uneven, and his eyes were wide.
The peaceful birthday air broke.
Fred raised a brow and tried to lighten the moment.
"Easy there, lad. You look like a chicken that escaped the pot. What happened?"
A few people nearby chuckled under their breath.
Everyone turned toward the messenger—even the animals reacted.
Mira slowly straightened, her eyes narrowing with curiosity.
Nathan stood at Rhea's side now, posture alert.
Noah leaned one elbow on a crate, calm as ever.
Lyra crossed her arms, focused—clearly expecting something big.
Grey, the bunny, rested near Rhea's foot again, nose twitching as if it understood something serious was happening. Aerois perched silently on her shoulder, unmoving like a statue—but listening.
The counselors nearby turned their heads.
The oldest councilor lifted his chin, sharp eyes studying the messenger.
And Commander Galen, who had been hiding behind the castle stone wall and leaning against it with arms crossed, didn't even try to hide his interest anymore.
Up above, on the balcony, the squads who launched the fireworks straightened their posture.
Eren stopped joking with Tomas.
Kellin and Ellis exchanged looks.
Jarek leaned forward on the rail.
Even King Nalon, resting both arms on the stone balustrade, paused his calm watch over the yard and listened.
The messenger took one deep breath—then spoke clearly:
"Your Majesty… other kingdoms and duchies are now arriving at our gates. They have presented themselves before their Majesties… and King Nalon has already accepted them."
He spoke with careful breath control now, like he was forcing his lungs to calm down. "They're forming lines past the banners… formal greetings, escorts, the full royal process. It's… a lot more than expected for this early."
The squads above stayed silent.
King Nalon's expression changed—calm, but sharpened with responsibility.
Queen Rhea turned and met his eyes for a moment. He gave her a subtle nod… 'This is real.'
She faced the messenger again, her tone still soft, but now serious:
"How many of them? And do they bring warriors strong enough to enter our Duel Tournament?"
The messenger straightened his posture, gathering confidence. He lifted his chin, as if trying to shift from "breathless runner" to "proper royal informant."
"Yes, Your Majesty. They brought many. I was instructed to deliver the numbers—"
He presented a small parchment, holding it with both hands so he wouldn't fumble. "Seven major delegations… and five duchies. All prepared."
He added, with a hint of respect, "They didn't come empty-handed. Their champions look serious… competitors, equipments are prepared, their banners moving through the entry court. They want to be seen."
He hesitated… then added:
"And the Aurelia Kingdom has arrived in person."
That name made a ripple.
Nathan's brow tightened a little. Mira blinked once—recognizing it. Fred let out a quiet "Ahh."
Queen Rhea paused, thinking.
"Aurelia… from our Valor region. We've met them in past anniversaries." She looked directly at the messenger. "Who is their competitor? Do they have many?"
The messenger nodded quickly.
"It is their princess… Princess Irena. King Icarus and Queen Ileria arrived with her. They are here to watch their daughter's fight. I doubt she is the only competitor… they brought many others… but she is their main one. Their soldiers cleared the entrance for her like she's the banner of their pride. They are already inside our kingdom preparing."
Noah placed his hands behind his head, relaxed.
"Well… that sounds exciting," he said.
Lyra's eyes lit up with energy.
"So we get to see a royal princess fight first? I'm in."
Mira didn't respond—she just listened, calm but curious.
Nathan's expression stayed neutral, but something about the name Irena made him thoughtful.
The messenger swallowed once more, then continued:
"And one more… important request from all the highnesses."
He glanced around the courtyard, aware few people were listening.
"They ask that the first duels be fought by their royal sons and daughters. They want to prove the height of their strength… and the legacy of their kingdoms."
He added, because he felt he needed clarity, "They want this opening bout to send a message… to each other, and to us."
The yard stayed silent for a beat.
Queen Rhea breathed out slowly.
"Typical of nobles," she said with a small smile. "Legacy first, manners later."
A few people laughed.
But then her shoulders straightened—not as a mother, but as a ruler.
"Very well," she replied.
"If they wish to display their royal pride… then we must answer with our own. Atlon won't be overshadowed."
The messenger nodded quickly, relieved at her tone.
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Noah leaned back slightly, eyes scanning the courtyard and the gathered faces. "If that's the case… then who will be Atlon's real competitor?" he asked, voice calm but curious.
Mira's eyes widened just a touch, a mischievous showed up her gaze. She tapped her chest lightly, then pointed at Nathan with confidence. "Of course… this guy, our prince. He's got the skills. And he's the son of our Majesty, King Nalon…"
She tilted her head respectfully toward the King above, acknowledging the quiet authority in his posture.
King Nalon's expression shifted subtly, a calm seriousness settling over his features. Mira didn't stop there. She gestured lightly toward Queen Rhea. "And our beloved Queen Rhea."
Then, with a playful grin, Mira turned back to Nathan and winked.
Nathan blinked, caught off guard. He felt a faint heat rise to his cheeks, and for a moment, he shifted his weight from foot to foot, hands loosely folded at his sides.
He tried to mask his nervousness with a casual shrug. "Uh… well… I guess…" he muttered, eyes darting briefly to the courtyard floor.
Mira's gaze softened but remained firm. She leaned slightly toward him and whispered just loud enough for him to hear, "Nathan. Stop pretending. You know you're the one. Don't waste their time."
Nathan straightened a bit, taking a slow breath, but still tried to keep a casual tone, though the nervous edge remained. "If Atlon is to stand proud… then, I suppose, I will be its representative."
He glanced at the crowd, letting his eyes linger on Mira, Fred, Noah, Lyra, Queen Rhea, Grey at her foot, Aerois perched high on her shoulder, the counselors off to the side, Commander Galen still partially hidden by the castle wall, and the squads on the balcony above. "I'll fight…;for my family, my kingdom… and for every soul who believes in us."
A soft murmur of approval ran through the courtyard. Some of the counselors exchanged approving nods. Even Commander Galen's eyes narrowed in interest, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Queen Rhea's warm smile met Nathan's gaze, unspoken support shining clearly in her eyes. He didn't need words; the reassurance was enough.
Nathan nodded slightly, still trying to appear casual, but a subtle tension in his jaw betrayed him. Then he looked upward toward King Nalon. The King's slow nod conveyed the unspoken message: Go for it. Make it count.
Turning to the messenger, Nathan gave a short, respectful nod. The messenger, still catching his breath from earlier, straightened and replied, "I can lead and guide you. The new visitors are already in the city streets, waiting for final approval to enter the Arena of Valor."
Nathan's lips curved into a determined smile, though he tugged lightly at his tunic collar as if trying to look nonchalant. He glanced at his friends. "What are we waiting for? Let's go."
Noah's arms unfolded, but he didn't hide the quiet excitement showing in his eyes. "Of course," he said, voice steady.
Lyra bounced slightly on her heels, energy practically crackling from her. "Let's see what they've got. I'm ready!"
Mira nudged Nathan gently with her elbow, a soft but firm push. "Come on, stop hiding behind that awkward 'I'm chill' act. We need you out there."
Nathan exhaled, letting out a small chuckle, finally letting the pretense fall away. "Right. Let's not waste any time."
Mira nodded, a small confident smile on her face. "Then let's not keep them waiting."
Nathan crouched beside Grey, gently scratching behind the bunny's ears. "Stay here with Mother," he murmured. "We've got something to do."
Grey twitched its nose and nibbled at the edge of Nathan's sleeve, as if in full understanding. Aerois, sensing the movement, swooped low and landed delicately on the bunny's head, feathers ruffling softly in the wind.
Lyra crouched down beside them too, a mix of playful affection and focus. She pinched the bunny gently, grinning, then ruffled Aerois' feathers with a soft laugh.
"Don't worry… we'll come back for you," she said, voice carrying the hint of mischief and promise.
Nathan stood, brushing imaginary dust from his tunic, still keeping a slight shrug to hide his tension. He glanced one last time at Queen Rhea. Her eyes met his, serene but firm, and he felt the courage behind her gaze.
"Let's move," Nathan said again, voice low but resolute. "The Arena awaits… and so does our challenge."
The messenger nodded.
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The messenger walked ahead through the doorway—since they were in the backyard, they first had to return inside the castle halls to reach the main royal exit. His steps were quick, deliberate, but controlled, trying to look composed despite the earlier rush.
Nathan followed with his friends. Mira stayed close to his side, occasionally glancing at him with a small, encouraging smile. Noah walked a few steps behind, calm as ever, while Lyra bounced slightly on her toes, barely able to contain her excitement.
Grey twitched its nose one last time and Aerois gave a quiet chirp.
Queen Rhea walked a step behind, beside her older brother-figure Fred, her hands folded lightly in front of her. "Don't worry," she said softly, her voice carrying easily in the high-ceilinged hall. "Your father and I will be watching you at the arena."
Nathan looked back once, giving a single nod, then turned forward again. His jaw was set, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of worry, a small crease forming between his brows. He tried to push it down, but Mira noticed immediately. She leaned a little closer and whispered, "Hey, stop overthinking. You've got this."
Nathan gave her a half-smile, half-sigh, like he was pretending to be casual. "Right. Let's… do this," he muttered quietly.
While walking through the halls, the messenger raised his voice slightly toward the Queen, projecting both respect and authority. "Of course, Your Majesty. You may watch from the royal judge's balcony—where all highnesses from other kingdoms and duchies will also watch their sons and daughters compete."
Rhea heard him—and so did Fred. Fred exhaled, letting out a small chuckle as if to break some of the tension. "Well, it's better that you watch him," he said, giving Rhea a quick, reassuring glance. "It's your birthday—not only that, but a big day for you. I'll be watching too. And many others are watching as well—for you, for our kingdom, for everyone."
Rhea allowed a faint, appreciative smile as she walked. Grey hopped alongside her feet, occasionally twitching his nose, and Aerois fluttered back to perch on her shoulder, preening his wings as if he knew he had to look dignified.
The three counselors followed close behind, closing the tall double doors. The female councilor leaned in slightly, voice polite but curious. "Your Majesty, about the duel tournament… should we prepare any special arrangements for Atlon's representatives?"
Rhea glanced at her, nodding thoughtfully. "Yes, make sure the paths are clear, and all our champions are ready. But more importantly… we must let Nathan face this challenge for himself. He needs to feel the weight of the arena, the eyes of the crowd, the presence of the competitors. That's the only way he'll truly understand what it means to represent Atlon."
The old man councilor, walking beside her, spoke next, tone measured but concerned. "I'll watch him as well," he said, eyes narrowing slightly. "But something feels off for him as a competitor. A duel now isn't easy. There are diverse skills out there—warriors who cannot be underestimated. Especially Princess Irena of the Aurelia Kingdom… daughter of King Icarus and Queen Ileria. She's not an ordinary princess. She's already a high-grade marksman, a musketeer, an advanced competitor in every sense."
Rhea nodded, eyes distant for a moment, recalling. "Yes, I know. Last year, when Nalon and I met King Icarus and Queen Ileria in the Aurelia Kingdom to discuss the coming darkness, that princess Irena was still a child. Her mother… Queen Ileria… shared her hopes for her daughter during a private talk. And now, her potential… it's clear."
She paused, biting her lower lip lightly. "I can't tell Nathan… because…"
The old councilor finished for her, voice gentle. "Because you want him to figure it out himself, right?"
Rhea nodded again, a quiet determination in her expression. "It's good, because… he must learn to face it on his own. To understand what it means to carry responsibility."
Fred frowned slightly, worry creeping into his voice. "I just hope he doesn't underestimate… well, anyone. Or himself."
Before Rhea could respond, the female councilor interjected, firm but warm. "No, he'll win. He can feel what this means… for himself, and for Atlon. He's ready."
Rhea's lips curved into a small, approving smile. "That's right."
The girl smiled back, confident but respectful.
The old councilor hesitated a moment, then spoke thoughtfully, "By the way, Your Majesty… what class type is Nathan considered? After graduating his third year from the Warriors Academy under Sir Vad, I mean."
Rhea gave a faint, knowing smile. "Just a normal warrior. Straightforward, disciplined… nothing flashy on paper."
Her eyes flickered with a trace of curiosity as she added softly, "Though I've heard rumors… from him, or perhaps from the medallion he carries. It's said to have the spirit of Tenaria's Heart, the Four Synergies."
Fred's eyes widened, cutting in sharply. "That can't be true. The one left synergy… that's impossible. There's no record of it still existing."
Rhea didn't flinch. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, analyzing the thought carefully. "We'll see if it's true or not. There's no harm in observing."
The old councilor leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Well, technically… Nathan is a normal warrior. But yes, there have been whispers about the medallion. Some of his skills, his instincts… they're unlike any ordinary trainee. Historical records don't mention anything like it, so… we don't have a complete understanding. It's… partially a mystery."
Rhea gave a quiet nod, letting the thought linger as they continued walking.
Her attention returned to the present. "Keep your eyes open," she murmured, almost to herself. "The challenge ahead… it won't be simple."
Then, as the group continued through the hall, Rhea's expression shifted subtly, the playful warmth fading into a quiet seriousness.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, scanning the corridor ahead, and her steps slowed almost imperceptibly.
It was as if she were already imagining the arena, the crowd, and the challenge awaiting Nathan.
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Outside, the sun struck the stone pathways of Atlon, and the air shook with noise.
Nathan, Mira, Lyra, and Noah jogged at a steady pace—not sprinting, but hurrying enough that they felt the pressure in their lungs.
Their boots tapped against the ground as they crossed the outer walkway leading into the main city streets.
The sound hit them first.
People. So many people.
Vendors shouting about skewers and bread. Smiths hauling crates of armor. Knights on patrol performing checkpoints and redirecting crowds.
Children squeezing between legs just to get a look at the road toward the Arena. Adults leaned from balconies, gossiping with excitement.
The Duel was coming.
Lyra practically hopped mid-run.
"Oh my… this place is packed. Look at that… look at that… those royal banners are from Clifront, right? And over there, that's definitely Aurelia's embroidery style… my cousin told me about that one!"
Mira didn't speed up or slow down. She ran with a straight posture, keeping close to Nathan and Noah, giving Lyra a small reply that sounded half interested, half annoyed.
"You're going to give yourself a headache if you keep talking while running."
Lyra grinned wider.
"Better than being quiet and dying inside!"
Noah led in front—calm, hands tucked into his sleeves, eyes forward. No panic. No amazement. Just focus. He was like a silent compass guiding them.
Nathan stayed behind the three, not exactly slow, just drowning inside his own thoughts. Every step seemed to weigh a little more.
He looked around—faces he had never seen before, clothing from territories he only heard about in geography class. Duchies. Principalities. Counties he couldn't name. Young warriors wearing official academy tunics.
Others wearing hand-customized armor from their home regions.
All gathering for the Arena.
'So this is it,' he thought, keeping his breathing steady. 'This many came from other places? Do I even belong in this crowd?'
He tried not to stare too long at anyone. The idea of glaring at strangers made him feel like a suspicious stalker. So he pulled up the hood from his tunic, hoping no one noticed him.
He muttered under his breath, "Great."
Mira slowed slightly, looked over her shoulder.
"You say something?"
Nathan waved it away. "No. Just… adjusting."
More warriors marched past—some armored, some lightly geared. A team of guards wearing navy and gold marched toward the Arena, their steps synchronized.
Then carriages rolled in—royal horse carts, driven by butlers wearing white gloves. Princesses and princes inside each cart waved to locals, though many acted bored or exhausted from travel.
Lyra tugged Mira's sleeve and whispered,
"That one… that one from the northern banner… that must be a prince. Look at his shoulders… the armor is plated silver-gold. That's totally Clifront's famous metallurgy. My aunt once told me…"
"Lyra," Mira groaned. "Please be calm."
Lyra inhaled dramatically and exhaled with a laugh.
"Fine. But this is so exciting! We're literally surrounded by possible champions!"
Nathan only listened from behind, half-amused and half-distracted.
But then the noise changed.
Louder cheering. Louder voices.
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A group of citizens pushed toward the left side of the street, waving small Aurelia banners. Warriors from Aurelia marched beside a single horse cart that stood out from the others—adorned in blue and gold patterns, embroidered with a hawk sigil.
People began shouting.
"Princess Irena!"
"Irena is here!"
"Over here, Your Highness!"
"Princess, good luck!!"
Irena.
Nathan looked up, surprised by the energy in the air. Inside the cart sat a girl—posture straight, expression calm as she gave a small wave to the cheering crowds.
She wasn't forcing enthusiasm; she looked composed, controlled, used to this attention.
A marksman.
A musketeer.
An advanced competitor.
But Nathan didn't know any of that.
All he saw was a quiet strength in her eyes.
And then—she looked at him.
Just a brief meeting of eyes through moving crowds. She didn't look confused. She looked… curious. Like something inside her tugged at her attention.
Nathan blinked once—unsure what he was even feeling.
'Do I know her somehow?' he wondered.
Irena held her gaze for a moment longer, then looked forward again—yet something unsettled her posture. She sat straighter, pressing her hand lightly against her own knee, as if trying to understand why a stranger in a hood felt familiar.
She didn't know he lived in Atlon's castle.
She didn't know he was even involved.
To her, Nathan was just another face.
But something felt like recognition.
The horse cart moved on, Aurelia guards protecting its sides. The cheering continued, even after she passed.
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Nathan stood still for a moment before Mira nudged him with her elbow.
"Hey. Earth to Nathan. You okay?"
He blinked, snapping out of it.
"Oh… yeah. Just… observing."
Lyra leaned forward.
"She's so pretty, right? And super talented. Her posture screams 'I dominate tournaments for breakfast.' If I were a princess…"
Mira smacked Lyra's arm lightly.
"Focus."
Lyra hissed jokingly.
"Ow. Fine. Sorry, Queen Serious."
Noah didn't even turn around. He just said,
"We're close. Keep walking."
Nathan moved again, but his chest tightened when he felt a faint pulse beneath his tunic. A dim glow warmed against his skin. He touched it through the fabric.
The medallion.
A soft blue beat.
It was subtle—almost shy, like a whisper rather than a flare.
'What… now? Nathan thought, swallowing. What are you trying to tell me?'
He remembered fragments—Sir Vad explaining something when he was nine. Lilith teasing him about Tenaria's heart. Aura. Rhombus. Spirits. The mystery no one explained properly.
Nathan's eyes narrowed a little.
'Is she that dangerous? Is this what you're warning me about?'
He glanced at Mira—who was now teasing Lyra—and guilt crept into his stomach.
'Mira's going to face that? Lyra too? Noah? If we lose… what happens? Are we kicked out? Are we banned for the season? I don't understand the concept…'
He exhaled through his nose.
'I should… probably read those again once we get to the Arena.'
Mira slowed, letting the others pass her for a moment, and quietly asked,
"Nathan. You're really tense. You sure you're okay?"
Nathan met her eyes, tried to conjure a smile.
"Yeah. Just… thinking too much. Again."
Mira clicked her tongue.
"Then think after the match. Right now… walk. Breathe. Live. We can't afford you being all gloomy before we even reach our seats."
He let out a short laugh.
"Alright, alright."
They followed the road as the Arena's large archway rose in the distance—crowds funneling inside like a river.
And Nathan could feel it… excitement, fear, pressure, and mystery.
All mixing into one.
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They followed her.
The third registration stand was louder than the others—metal plates clinking, crystal tablets glowing, voices overlapping in different accents. The air smelled faintly of ink, sweat, and heated stone. Competitors shifted impatiently in line, some stretching their arms, others arguing quietly about placements.
The servant woman behind the stand—wearing Aurelia's formal green attire with neatly tied hair.
She looked up as Irena approached.
"Excuse me," Irena said politely, lowering her voice just enough to sound respectful. "I've already registered. But… may I ask a favor?"
The woman leaned closer, attentive. "Your Highness?"
"They're with me," Irena said, gesturing to Nathan, Mira, Lyra, and Noah. "They're competitors from Atlon. Would it be possible to register them here instead of sending them back to the other lanes?"
The servant hesitated, eyes flicking to the long line behind them. A few competitors were already watching closely.
"Well…" the woman said carefully, lowering her voice. "This lane is prioritized for Aurelia registrants. If I add four more, some people might argue. They'll ask why they weren't moved as well."
As if called by the words, someone behind them muttered, "Hey… what's going on up there?"
Another voice followed. "Are they cutting the line?"
Lyra groaned softly and stepped forward before anyone else could escalate it.
"Look… just forget the lanes, okay?" she said quickly, flashing a bright, harmless smile. "We're already late, the Arena's about to start, and trust me… you don't want the crowd getting worse."
A few competitors scoffed. One shrugged. Another rolled their eyes but looked away, more interested in the gates opening nearby.
The servant glanced at Irena again—then at Nathan.
Her posture stiffened when she caught his name.
"…Nathan?" she repeated quietly.
Nathan noticed and raised a hand immediately. "There's really no need," he said quickly, tone gentle. "We don't want special treatment."
The servant bowed anyway, just slightly. "Understood, Your…"
She stopped herself. "…Sir."
Registration proceeded—some complaints, some murmurs—but soon it was done.
Crystal light flared softly as the IDs formed on their arms, one by one.
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Mira got a Gold ID — 14
She stared at the number as it settled into her wrist, eyes widening just a little.
"…Huh," she said softly, rotating her wrist again, inspecting it like it might vanish. "Didn't expect gold."
Lyra leaned in close, squinting. "Fourteen's a lucky number, right? That's lucky. I think."
Mira smirked. "You'd think everything is lucky."
Next was Noah.
Silver ID — 5
He examined it calmly, as if checking a clock.
"Reasonable," he said, nodding once. No pride. No disappointment. Just acceptance.
Then Lyra.
The glow flared brighter for a moment.
Silver ID — 1
Lyra gasped.
"FIRST?" She spun around so fast she nearly lost her balance. "I'M FIRST?!"
A few people nearby laughed. Mira grabbed her shoulder before she could jump again.
"Lyra. Breathe. That's just an identification number."
"I am breathing! I'm just… this is huge."
Irena smiled softly, tilting her head. "Relax, Lyra. It's not about being first or last. The number? It's just your ID. Identification. Not ranking, not position. That's all."
Lyra blinked, a small, amused smile tugging at her lips. "Oh… so it's just an ID, huh? Makes sense," she said, shaking her head lightly, a hint of playful relief in her tone.
"Yes," Irena said, nodding once. Then she glanced at Mira. "And she's right, isn't that so?"
Mira nodded calmly, eyes steady. "Yes. That's correct."
Lyra gave a short, quiet chuckle, straightening her posture. "Alright, noted. Guess I got a little carried away there."
Then—
Nathan.
The glow formed slowly. Duller. He already knew before the number finished settling.
Bronze ID — 7
He stared at it.
"Bronze..?"
For a second, the noise around him dulled. His jaw tightened—not in anger, but confusion. His fingers curled slightly, then relaxed.
The others chatted excitedly—Lyra still rambling, Noah commenting on bracket probabilities—until Mira noticed the quiet.
"Nathan?" she asked, turning back.
He lifted his arm slowly so they could see.
"…Bronze."
The word landed heavier than it should have.
Lyra's smile faltered. "Huh. That's… weird. You're different from us."
Noah frowned, thoughtful but saying nothing.
Mira opened her mouth—then stopped, choosing her words carefully. "Well, It's just a number," she said. "Doesn't decide everything."
Nathan nodded, forcing a small smile. "Yeah. I know."
Irena watched him closely, her expression unreadable. She didn't comment—but her eyes lingered on the bronze mark longer than necessary, as if comparing it to the faint memory of that earlier pulse she had felt in the street.
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Then…
A deep horn sounded.
The massive inner gates creaked open.
Stone groaned against stone.
They stepped forward inside the Arena of Valor.
Sound crashed over them like a wave.
Thousands of voices. Cheers. Shouts. The rhythmic stomping of feet against stone stands. Color flooded their vision—banners from every land snapping in the wind, sigils painted across shields, cloth, and armor.
Nathan's breath caught.
The arena floor stretched wide below, polished stone etched with ancient patterns. Torches burned along the perimeter, their flames steady despite the open air.
High above, the referee-herald stood at the central balcony, holding a speaking trumpet, his voice amplified and booming, echoing off the walls as he announced the opening formalities.
Lyra grabbed Mira's sleeve, eyes sparkling. "This is… this is insane. I can't believe how many people are watching… more like thousands."
Mira exhaled softly, trying not to smile. "Yeah… it is… but focus, Lyra. Remember, we're competitors first."
Lyra swallowed and nodded.
Noah, as usual, said nothing, his hands behind his back, eyes sweeping the arena with quiet calculation. Then he sweeped his eyes towards the exits, the stands, the guard placements—already mapping the space in his mind.
Nathan's gaze drifted upward. Then his fingers brushed the medallion beneath his tunic. A soft blue pulse thrummed against his skin.
'She's strong,' he thought, glancing briefly at Irena, who now moved across the floor toward her assigned area. 'Stronger than I imagined, also other competitors. And the crowd… they're all watching.'
He swallowed and let out a short breath. Mira noticed the tension in his shoulders.
"Relax," she murmured, leaning slightly toward him. "No one's fighting yet. Just take it in."
Nathan nodded slowly, trying to calm himself. The roar of the crowd, the banners, the heat of the day, the tension—it all pressed down on him. But beneath it, a spark of excitement flickered.
The arena was alive, and so was he.
The royal balcony.
Royal seats. Draped silk. Gold-trimmed stone.
And there…
Queen Rhea, composed and radiant, hands folded calmly. Starting to think about Nathan.
King Nalon beside her, posture firm, eyes sharp.
Watching.
Nathan swallowed.
The roar of the crowd surged again.
The games were about to begin.
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