[EXT. SCHOOL OF LIGHT – NURSERY COURTYARD – SUNRISE]
The dawn broke softly over the hills, bathing the School of Light in golden hues.
It was the start of another day —
a day that seemed like any other.
But within its quiet hours, threads of destiny slowly tightened around a group of children —
children who would one day change the fate of all realms.
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Among them, a silver-haired boy sat cross-legged under a flowering tree,
his dark-silver locks catching the morning light.
Lyrion.
The son of light.
The boy whose powers were sealed behind an anklet invisible to mortal eyes —
an anklet that pulsed faintly under his skin, unseen but ever-present.
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Near him, a girl spun in playful circles —
her laughter light as bells, her violet hair flowing like streams of starlight.
Veloria.
The daughter of time.
Their bond had begun simply —
a smile exchanged on the first day,
a shared fascination,
a connection written before either of them could understand.
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> Veloria (twirling, grinning at Lyrion):
"Come on! Race you to the fountain!"
> Lyrion (smiling nervously):
"I'll try..."
Laughing, they darted across the courtyard.
Veloria raced ahead effortlessly, her feet dancing across the stones.
Lyrion, despite pushing himself, stumbled behind.
Again.
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He tried to hide his panting breaths as he caught up slowly.
But deep inside, a small ache gnawed at him.
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[Revealing Lyrion's Sealed Talents]
Long ago, before the sealing,
Lyrion had been perfect at everything he touched.
Running, fighting, magic, learning —
his natural talents outshone even the best prodigies.
It was because of this very brilliance that his parents had sealed even his normal mortal skills.
Not out of cruelty — but mercy.
> (Memory Echo: Haruto's voice)
"If you shine too brightly too soon, my son...
you will never know true companionship."
> (Memory Echo: Airi's voice)
"It's better to stumble together... than to soar alone."
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Now, with both divine power and mortal skill locked behind the shimmering anklet,
Lyrion struggled like any other normal child —
even worse.
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Every race he lost.
Every training session he failed.
Every lesson he stumbled through.
A heavy doubt quietly grew in his heart.
> Lyrion (thinking sadly):
"Maybe... I'm just not good at anything."
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Yet no matter how poorly he performed,
a certain violet-haired girl was always there.
Cheering.
Smiling.
Laughing with him, not at him.
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> Veloria (clapping happily after he lost again):
"That was awesome, Lyrion! You almost beat me this time!"
> Lyrion (murmuring, cheeks red):
"I fell face-first into the fountain..."
> Veloria (giggling):
"But you looked super cool doing it!"
Her laughter was a balm he didn't realize he needed.
Even as he felt worthless... she made him feel seen.
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[EXT. SCHOOL GROUNDS – TRAINING FIELDS]
Elsewhere, sparks of rivalry flared brightly.
Kairo, the son of Elements, stood proudly, challenging anyone he could.
Syleria, daughter of Space, constantly clashed with him in mock duels —
an electric chemistry already blooming between their young hearts.
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Across the gardens,
Sylion silently supported Aria in her small projects —
building, healing, planting —
a silent partnership stronger than words.
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Meanwhile, clumsy Auron and clever Cyra stumbled through experiments together —
often creating more chaos than success.
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The friendships were real.
The bonds were growing.
Unseen but unstoppable.
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[INT. SCHOOL LIBRARY – LATER THAT DAY]
In the golden hush of the library,
Lyrion and Veloria sat close together, reading books older than time.
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> Veloria (whispering excitedly):
"Look! One day we'll have real adventures too, just like the heroes!"
> Lyrion (smiling weakly):
"Maybe... if I ever stop tripping over my own feet."
Veloria reached over, poking his forehead gently.
> Veloria:
"You already have everything you need. You just don't see it yet."
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Lyrion looked down, his heart heavy and full at the same time.
Maybe she was right.
Maybe.
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[EXT. RUINED WORLD – NIGHT]
Far beyond their laughter and dreams...
In the blackened ruins of a dead world,
a boy stood alone —
barefoot, burning crimson eyes staring into the endless void.
Zyren.
The heir of darkness.
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Before him knelt the Second Commander —
the last loyalist of the Dark God's shattered armies.
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> Zyren (voice calm and chilling):
"Not yet."
The Commander bowed.
> Second Commander:
"Your will is law, my lord."
Zyren turned, gazing into the hollowed skies.
> Zyren (whispering):
"Forge the armies.
Gather the broken blades.
Strengthen the forgotten legions.
We will wait.
Until I am strong enough...
to crush their precious light."
The darkness shivered eagerly at his words.
The night was patient.
The storm was coming.
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[EXT. SCHOOL OF LIGHT – COURTYARD – SUNSET]
Back under the flowering tree,
Veloria dozed against Lyrion's shoulder,
his hand resting lightly over the spot where his sealed anklet pulsed quietly.
All around them:
Kairo and Syleria raced, fire and stars colliding in playful war.
Sylion and Aria tended blooming gardens together.
Auron and Cyra rebuilt their toppled tower, laughing every time it collapsed.
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Their world was simple, pure, fragile.
But overhead, hidden beyond the stars...
seeds of both hope and despair had already been sown.
And soon...
those seeds would bear their first fruits.
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TO BE CONTINUED...