The bandit's gaze was dripping with amusement. Facing him, Kael trembled, but something inside him refused to back down.
"Hey kid, you wanna play hero?" the brigand taunted, raising his sword.
Kael knew he stood no chance. He had never held a weapon, and his frail body wouldn't let him win in a test of strength. Yet he planted himself between the girl and the bandit, bracing for the blow.
"Tch, pathetic."
The sword sliced through the air. Kael shut his eyes, expecting searing pain. But nothing came. When he opened them again, a golden light was shimmering before him.
"You're okay?" the girl asked in a gentle voice.
An energy barrier had just shielded them—it was clearly her magic.
The bandit staggered back, surprised.
"Tsk, a mage! No need to risk it. Move out!"
With a wave, he signaled to his companions, and they melted into the night.
Kael collapsed to his knees, breathing hard. He hadn't been able to do anything.
"Are you hurt?"
He looked up at the girl, concern in her eyes.
"N-No… Thank you…"
She held out her hand.
"My name's Lyra. What about you?"
"Kael…"
"You're brave, Kael. You tried to protect me without any magic."
He hung his head, ashamed—he felt he'd achieved nothing.
"I want to become stronger…" he whispered.
Lyra offered a small smile.
"Then let's start by getting back on our feet."
And so began a friendship that would change his destiny.