Time: Morning
Age: Elira – 6 years old, Kael – 3
years old
The morning sun spilled into the western wing.
Kael sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes sharp and focused. His small frame now
carried a quiet intensity, a presence that made Elira stop in her tracks.
"Elira," he said calmly, "I remember everything
now. Every life I've lived… every mistake… every skill. I know who I was, and I
know who I must be."
Elira stared at him, astonished. His voice sounded older than his years. His
eyes glimmered with something new—power and
awareness beyond a child's age.
Kael continued, "I can feel it… my energy, my
strength. I think… my abilities are starting to manifest."
He held out his small hands. A faint shimmer of
light danced around his fingers, subtle but undeniable. Elira's eyes widened.
"I… I have a power too," Kael whispered. "It's
not fully controlled yet, but I can use it to protect us. I will always protect
you, Elira. My mind… my soul… I have fifty years of experience. That is enough
to keep us safe."
Elira's chest swelled with a mix of awe and
relief. "Kael… you… you're incredible!"
Kael smiled faintly. "It's not just about me.
You need to learn too. Real swordsmanship. Strategy. Tactics. Political
knowledge. The empire won't ignore us forever. You must be ready."
For the rest of the morning, he taught her the fundamentals of actual sword fighting. His movements
were precise and measured, yet gentle enough for her small hands to follow.
"Always think before striking," Kael
instructed. "Strength alone is meaningless. Timing… intelligence… patience…
these matter more than brute force."
After the physical training, Kael began
lessons in strategy and politics.
He explained palace hierarchies, the importance of alliances, and how
information could be a weapon. Elira listened, absorbing every word, amazed at
the depth of his knowledge.
"Elira," Kael said, lowering his voice, "if
anyone tries to harm you—or me—we will not be powerless. I have lived, I have
learned. I know how to survive. And I will protect you, no matter what."
Elira reached for his hand, her small fingers
entwining with his. "Kael… together, we can do anything."
He nodded, a rare smile touching his lips. "Exactly. Together."
The western wing, once a place of secrecy and quiet suffering, now pulsed
with purpose. The siblings had grown—not just in body or skill, but in wisdom,
power, and unbreakable bond.
The empire might still dismiss them. But they were no longer children to be
ignored. They were a force to be reckoned with,, and Kael, with fifty years of
memory and the beginning of his powers, was determined to guide them both
through whatever came next.