Within Aurelia- City B, District 2
Year- 2094, March 12, Wednesday.
A new morning dawned with the chirping of birds echoing from the trees surrounding the grand Ordal mansion. Following the path behind the estate revealed a large training hall.
The hall was spacious, filled with various kinds of equipment and advanced combat dummies.
At the center stood a platform where Kyle lay sprawled, a spear in hand after his usual training session. The combat dummy before him had powered down, its lights dimmed after the spar.
As daylight streamed through the high windows and filled the room, Kyle stared up at the ceiling. His sharp sapphire eyes were calm like the ocean, and his silver hair was tousled from exertion. With lean muscles and a quiet charisma, he exuded the confidence of someone forged through discipline.
He sat up, brushing back his damp hair.
"Huff… that's about it for the morning session," he muttered, grabbing his water bottle for a quick drink.
Suddenly, the wall panel flickered to life. The AI's voice echoed, "Kyle, it's already 6:40 a.m. You need to get ready for school!"
Stepping off the platform, Kyle returned the spear to the weapon rack.
"I know, Nexa," he replied with a cheerful tone. "I was just about to do so."
Unlike other days, today was special—it was Kyle's last day at Silverleaf Academy, a prestigious school known for offering its students the best education in all fields, including the fundamentals of the world they lived in.
Exiting the hall, he sprinted back toward the mansion.
Inside, he passed by the maids who greeted him with gentle bows, to which he returned a warm smile and a nod.
The interior of the Ordal mansion radiated elegance and quiet power. Sunlight poured through tall glass walls, casting a golden hue across polished marble floors. Sleek, minimalist furniture blended modern aesthetics with classical grace. High ceilings gave the space an airy openness, and ambient lighting softened the atmosphere. A grand staircase curled gracefully upward, its silver railings glinting in the light.
Rushing upstairs, Kyle entered his room and headed into the bathroom. After freshening up, he pulled on his crisp school uniform.
Just as he was adjusting his tie, a knock came at the door.
"Young master, breakfast is ready. Please head down," a maid announced politely.
"Okay, I'll be right there," Kyle replied, his voice calm.
He slipped on his shoes and made his way down the hallway. Morning light filtered through tall windows, highlighting portraits of his family hung along the walls.
Descending the staircase, he entered the dining hall where the maids greeted him with gentle nods.
The dining hall exuded quiet grandeur. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, illuminating a long mahogany table that stretched across the room. The glass panes offered a view of the blooming garden outside. Silverware gleamed beside fine porcelain, and a crystal chandelier sparkled above.
Seated at the table were his family—his parents and three siblings.
"Good morning," Kyle said warmly, taking his seat beside Emi, his younger sister.
His father sat at the head, calmly reviewing news and reports on his tablet. He offered a silent nod. Beside him, Kyle's mother smiled softly at the light-hearted banter among the siblings.
"Morning, Kyle," his mother greeted as she took a sip of her green tea.
His elder brother, Lance, leaned back slightly in his chair, holding a mug of coffee in one hand and a half-eaten croissant in the other.
"Finally decided to join the living?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
Sera, the second eldest sibling, sat gracefully across from Kyle. She was serene and composed.
"Good morning, Kyle. You should eat before it gets cold," she said. Her plate held a delicate arrangement of fruit, smoked salmon, and a perfectly folded crepe.
Next to him, Emi tried to speak with a full mouth.
"Mmph… M'rnin', Kyle," she mumbled, her cheeks puffed out with pancake.
Kyle chuckled softly, the aroma of breakfast making his stomach growl.
"Looks good," he murmured, reaching for a plate of golden toast, eggs, and roasted tomatoes.
The dining hall hummed with the comforting sounds of clinking cutlery and soft conversation. Kyle leaned back slightly, letting the warm morning sun brush against his silver hair. His eyes drifted to the sky beyond the window.
Somewhere else, beneath the same sun, a different morning was beginning—simpler, quieter, yet equally significant.
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