Current Date: Year 24,991 | 4th Month Ignara | Day 17
The sun crept over the horizon, spilling golden fire across the sky and setting the world aglow in a quiet promise of a new day.
Jack stood alone in the training field behind his home, shrouded in morning mist. Dew clung to the blades of grass like tiny jewels, and the air held the serene stillness of a world not yet awake.
He gripped his dagger.
It gleamed in the first light
SHING!
Like a star caught in his hand.
He moved.
Graceful. Fluid. Silent.
A shadow dancing through the fog.
SWISH. SWIPE. WHOOSH!
Each motion carved through the air with sharp precision. His body flowed like water, yet struck with the speed of lightning. His breathing was slow, steady and trained. Focused.
Then, one by one he practice Assassin skills, and he practice his blessings.
WHOOSH!
Anemo surged around him, a soft breeze twirling with every step.
THUMP. THUMP.
His footfalls vanished into nothing, Erebus swallowed the sound like a velvet void.
A pulse of warm light
FLASH!
Phoebus flared, brief but bright, like a heartbeat of the sun itself.
RUMBLE…
The earth beneath him shifted ever so slightly Geo answered his call.
Jack exhaled.
A misty breath left his lips, curling in the crisp air.
His body was tired but his soul felt alive.
Each motion no longer felt like practice. It was for a purpose. His synchronization with the elements had sharpened, grown smoother. Stronger. More complete.
He could feel the rhythm of power beginning to hum in his veins.
He wasn't just training anymore.
He was transforming.
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Just then, a familiar voice gently pierced the still morning air.
"Jack, it's time for breakfast," his mother, Emma, called from the back door. Her voice was soft and warm like sunlight after a cold night. A smile curved on her lips, eyes filled with quiet affection.
Jack paused.
He took one last breath of the crisp air, then smoothly sheathed his daggers
SHINK.
He turned with a nod. "Coming, Mom."
Inside, the house was alive with comfort. The scent of warm bread, spices, and sweet syrup wrapped around him like a welcoming hug.
After a quick wash, he stepped into the dining hall. It was bright, bathed in golden morning light. The table was already set, the heart of their little world gathered together.
His father, James, leaned back in his chair, casually sipping herbal tea.
SLURP!
A relaxed smile on his face.
Ava and Sofia sat together, chatting softly and laughing at some private joke. Their voices were light, their bond obvious.
At the head of the table, Emma placed the final dish on a tall stack of golden pancakes, steam rising gently, the honey syrup glistening as it trickled down the sides.
Sizzle… drip…
Jack took his seat, eyes drawn to the feast.
"Looks delicious," he said, reaching for his fork.
James chuckled. "That's because your mom made it."
Clink. Chatter. Laughter.
The room came alive as they dug in, the sounds of clinking cutlery and quiet conversation filling the space with warmth.
Then Ava's voice cut through, curious but calm "Jack, you're practicing harder these days."
Jack didn't look up immediately. He simply nodded, his tone low and resolved. "I need to. I don't want to fall behind."
Sofia frowned slightly. "You've already very strong, though…"
Emma reached over and gently touched Jack's arm, her eyes tender. "It's not about passing others, sweetheart… it's about surpassing yourself."
For a moment, the table fell into thoughtful silence.
Even Ava, usually teasing, nodded with a soft, knowing smile.
As the meal ended, Jack stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder. His eyes were focused now, his presence calm and centered.
"I'm heading to the Academy."
James pushed back his chair with a soft scrape.
SKRRCH…
And rose as well. "We'll be heading to the Adventurer Guild. Big quests today."
Emma glanced toward Ava. "You and Sofia take care of the house."
"We will," Ava said with a wink. "You two stay safe."
Jack opened the door. The morning sun bathed the threshold, golden light spilling in.
And just like that, another day began with love, resolve, and the quiet steps of destiny waiting outside.
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Outside, the morning sun bathed the Academy grounds in a soft golden glow as the group parted ways. Jack took a different path than usual, his steps steady, his mind clear.
He didn't head toward the Alchemy Wing, where the clinking of vials and faint scent of herbs usually welcomed him.
Not today.
Tap… tap… tap…
His boots echoed through the quiet marble hallway as he moved toward the heart of the Academy.
The Principal's Room.
Last night's memories still echoed in his mind Angel Lysara's serene presence, her radiant wings casting shimmering light, and the weight of her parting words:
"Come see me tomorrow at the Academy."
So he walked with purpose in every step, resolved in every breath.
He arrived before the towering, arched double doors of the Principal's Office. Intricate carvings of celestial symbols adorned the wood, and in the center was a pane of enchanted crystal that shimmered like a still pond of starlight.
Through it, he saw them.
Three figures.
Angel Lysara grace incarnate sat in the center, her wings gently folded, divine light radiating from her like a heartbeat
Hum… hum… hum…
To her left stood Professor Elira Moonshade, poised and regal in her midnight-blue robe, the stars embroidered on her sleeves twinkling faintly with mana. Her silver hair caught the light like spun moonlight.
To the right was Professor Borin Stonebeard, as solid and formidable as a mountain. He leaned on his rune-engraved hammer, the three thick knots of his beard swaying slightly with each breath.
Jack raised his hand.
Knock. Knock.
A moment's silence… then Lysara's voice flowed through the air like a gentle chime of bells. "Enter."
Jack opened the door.
The air inside felt different, heavier, sacred, but not oppressive.
"Good morning," Jack said respectfully, bowing slightly.
Lysara smiled, serene and warm. "Come in, Jack."
She turned her gaze to the professors, her tone now formal, commanding yet kind. "Allow me to introduce him properly. This is Jack Wilson, one of the most promising students of this generation."
Professor Elira's brows lifted subtly, surprise flashing across her sharp eyes. "Jack… I should've known. Your performance in Alchemy was exceptional."
Borin let out a gravelly chuckle. "Hah. So you're the silent lad with the flawless grip strength and clean aura control. You skills improving superb, I like you already."
Jack gave a modest smile. "I've only improved thanks to the teachings of both of you."
Lysara turned to the professors again, her expression serious now like the calm before a great storm.
"I want you two to guide him personally. His path will be unlike any other… and he'll need more than knowledge. He'll need strength, clarity, and resilience."
Elira gave a single nod, placing a hand on her chest. "We'll do our best."
Borin grinned, adjusting the weight of his hammer. "He'll become renowned Blacksmith in no time."
A brief silence followed heavy with meaning.
Then Lysara rose from her seat. Her wings stretched slightly
Fwoosh!
Casting golden light across the room.
She stepped toward Jack, placing a hand over her heart. "Do your best, Jack. And trust your pace. Destiny will run toward you… when you stop chasing it."
Jack bowed deeply. "Thank you, Lady Lysara. I won't disappoint you."
She gave one final nod before vanishing in a blink of light.
WHOOSH!
As if the very stars had swallowed her presence.
The room dimmed slightly.
Jack stood in the quiet, his heart steady, his future no longer a fog but a path… burning bright ahead.
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Jack stepped out of the Principal's Office alongside the two professors. The hallway felt unusually quiet like the calm after a quiet revelation. He gave a respectful nod to Professor Borin.
"Thank you, sir."
Borin smirked, giving him a casual salute with his hammer. "Keep swingin', lad."
Clank… thud…
His heavy steps echoed as he disappeared down the opposite hall.
Jack turned to walk beside Professor Elira, who floated forward with quiet elegance. The soft rustle of her star-lined robe whispered with every
Step! shhh… shhh…
like midnight winds brushing across ancient tomes.
As they reached the classroom doors, curious murmurs rippled through the crowd of students gathered inside.
Click. The door opened.
And then silence.
"Jack came in with the professor?!"
"Wait what's going on?!"
All eyes locked on him. Whispers buzzed like static across the room.
Elira said nothing. But a faint, knowing smile graced her lips.more powerful than any spoken word.
She stepped forward, voice calm and confident.
"Settle down. Today, we continue yesterday's lesson. Let's see… who can finally make a proper Minor Healing Tonic."
Clink. Clatter. Bubble.
Cauldrons filled the room as students rushed to begin, hands shaky, ingredients scattered.
Jack sat at his usual spot, calm as ever.
Pop… swirl… hiss…
His movements were precise. Petals folded in gracefully, droplets dissolved with a silken hue. A soothing fragrance wafted from his cauldron like wild herbs in spring rain.
Within minutes, it was a flawless potion. The liquid shimmered with purity, light catching on its surface like a polished gem.
Elira walked over, leaned in, and observed the brew.
Her eyes gleamed. "Flawless. Excellent work, Jack."
A hush fell over the room.
Other students exchanged glances, their cauldrons fizzling or curdling under heat, their frustration evident.
Jack said nothing only bowed his head slightly and began cleaning his tools.
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By noon, the lesson ended. Jack headed to the cafeteria, grabbed a quiet lunch, and then made his way to the Blacksmithing Hall.
The smell of hot metal and sweat hit him the moment he entered. Sparks flew in the air like fireflies. The forge roared.
Fsssshh!
Clang…clang…clang!
"Today," Borin bellowed, his voice echoing like a war drum, "we're refining the Frostfang Dagger again! And this time don't make it melt or crack!"
Jack moved to his forge station. His mind focused. His body knew what to do.
He stoked the flames.
Whoosh!
Placed the enchanted frostcore into the steel, and began.
Clang… Clang… Clang…
Each strike was balanced. The heat, the rhythm, the pressure, perfect harmony.
Sweat dripped down his brow, steam hissing as it touched the anvil.
Finally
Clang!
Fe raised the blade.
A gleaming dagger, its edge glimmering with frozen blue light. Cold mist gently flowed from its surface. The frostcore held firm. The balance was perfect.
Borin stomped over, examining the weapon.
A deep grunt… then a grin.
"You're getting close, lad. Real close. Master the harmony between heat and hammer, and this forge'll sing your name one day."
Jack wiped the sweat from his face and gave a firm nod. "Thank you, Professor."
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By the time he returned home, the sky was a sea of burning amber.
Shadows stretched long across the cobblestone path, and the warm light spilled through the windows of his house. Another day had passed but something had changed.
He was no longer just a student.
He was walking the path.
And the world… had begun to watch.
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Jack sat cross-legged in the quiet of his room, bathed in moonlight.
His breath slowed. His aura flowed in steady currents around him, a soft glow brushing his skin. Mana pulsed through his core like a silent drumbeat.
Yet… there was no resistance.
No wall to shatter.
No door to open.
He exhaled slowly and opened his eyes.
"Still too early…"
His Breakthrough to miner stage getting closer.
The silence lingered for a moment longer before the sounds of home pulled him back.
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Later that evening, the dining table was alive with warmth and laughter.
"I nearly got eaten by a forest bear today," James said with a grin, waving his fork like a sword.
Emma arched her brow. "That's what happens when you taunt it with roasted meat."
Sofia burst out laughing. "You guys are insane!"
Ava nudged Jack. "So? How was the day?"
Jack shrugged lightly, a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Busy. But good. I've got a lot to learn."
Their laughter carried late into the night.
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And just like that, three months passed from the Start of the Academy.
From the moment dawn broke, Jack was awake silent and sharp like a blade being honed. His Assassin training began in the stillness of morning: silent steps, flickering movements, clean strikes.
Then came the Academy.
Alchemy in the morning potions brewed to perfection. He began experimenting with rare ingredients, pushing past the basics. Minor Healing Tonics, Energy Restoratives, even low-tier resistance brews his hands moved with growing confidence.
In the afternoons, it was Blacksmithing. The ring of metal, the hiss of flame, the rhythm of Borin's voice barking out feedback. Jack forged multiple 1-Star weapons, shortswords, daggers, even a light spear all holding well under pressure.
In the evenings, he returned home to meditate.
And every night, that invisible threshold felt a little closer.
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But it wasn't just Jack who grew.
James and Emma began taking riskier, more challenging quests. Word of the Wilson's couple one with beastly strength, the other with elemental finesse spread through the Adventurer Guild like wildfire.
At home, Ava and Sofia trained too. Ava often sparred with Jack under the moonlight, her movements swift and calculated. Sofia helped with drinks when they tired, her curiosity sometimes a little too explosive.
One morning, she nearly blew up the kitchen trying to create "Exploding Mana Tea."
Another time, James brought back a strange fruit that turned their voices mute for three hours. The silence had never been louder.
Sometimes, Ava would sit beside Jack as he meditated and whisper, "You're almost there," as if she could sense the breakthrough he sought.
And on rare occasions, Angel Lysara would appear quietly, offering no words, just a knowing look, a silent nod, and a soft smile that made the room feel lighter.
The days were peaceful.
The family is stronger than ever.
But beneath it all… something stirred.
Something unseen, yet undeniable.
Like the shift in air before a storm.
And Jack?
He could feel it too.
He didn't know what was coming.
But he was no longer afraid.
He was ready.
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To Be Continued…!!