And just like that, I looked for her.
But I was also brought back to the hell I went through.
Was I able to change anything?
Everything replayed as it had been before.
I had grown up with the Zarqa family's heir and continued my life as a bodygaurd. This was a time before Solsus and Amaya had split during the celestial war.
"Kyuro, are you coming?" the young man with saphire hair called out to me.
"Shia, you finished class?" I asked him.
"All done. You're so lucky you don't have to take classes!" he said gloomily.
"Amayans don't really need education. You just do what you do and how you feel like it," I said.
"Yeah, like EATING and doing what you DOO. Ah, puh-lease, you Amayans are so talented, you only rely on instinct. It doesn't make sense. Why God? Why must you make us so unequal?" Shia asked, whimpering on his knees.
"Shia, you shouldn't say things like that. You could get exiled or worse, eliminated, for talking about our God," I warned him.
"Hehe it's okay, it's just you and me. Plus, Saeo is not a prickle of a God," he laughed.
"That's precisely why you should becareful. What if it wasn't just me here? You'd get into a lot of trouble," I told him.
The Amayans had strong relations with the Solsus branch family, the Zarqas. They were negotiative representatives of the Amayans and in turn, the Amayans gave them protection.
I, being heir to the Amayans, was brought up to protect the heir of the Zarqas.
In this life, even if the blood of Amayans are purely instinctual, I will strengthen my mana manipulation and learn spells for the future events to come.
Our God Saeo, had split the authority of creation between Solsus and Amaya. Though, Solsus had split into many kingdoms, Amaya made many kings from the victories of battles. Each ceremonial tournament would crown a victor as king, a status of strength and in a sense, nobility. Solsus and Amaya each have one absolute emperor for the kings to serve under. I was heir as king of the Silver Night Wolves.
For the longest time, Amayans got along with Solsarians, but in the coming new year, it will all be lost.
"Have you heard? Honorable Saeo is getting married! For the very first time in history, we will be the ones to witness the new born Gods!" Father exclaimed to me.
"I thought that we only have one God. So how can there be more?" I asked.
"Kyuro, Kyuro, don't you know that when wolves mate, they make more wolves and when stars are born, celestials are born. It's the same thing!" my younger brother Syro told me.
"And you know this because?" I waited for his answer.
"Don't you learn anything at that fancy blue head's school?" he asked me.
"N-not really. I just s-sit down and they talk. I don't really listen to what they're talking about," in this time, everyone in Amaya believes I'm not so bright. But to remain unnoticed, I decided to keep my studying a secret to protect myself from highranking rivals and hide my cards.
It's not because I can't study...
In Amaya, your strength and wits measure your potential as a king. To ensure my spot as heir, my strength covered what I lacked in wits.
I did improve on understanding how to make spells, but I mostly drew them and performed my magic as I felt fit.
I would practice alone in my room, waving my hands in the air, drawing symbols I had learned at Shia's school. But somehow, I couldn't draw them right.
I would sneak a peak at Shia studying and memorize the scriptures in my head.
But Shia was too observant," Do you, want to learn too?" he asked me.
I started sweating nervously and replied," What do you mean? Amayans don't need to learn from a book. We're already strong-"
"Just come down and learn. I know you. When you want something, you want it so bad, but you're so stubborn you'd never admit you want it. Like a troublesome kid who wants candy, but never asks for it," he sighed.
"Why do you know me so well. It kinda creeps me out Shia," I stuck my tongue out in disgust.
"You're just easy to read," he said.
"Ugh, really? How do you read people? They don't have words on their faces," I asked him.
He just laughed," There aren't any words, but from the words you say, how your voice sounds, the direction of your eyes, your breathing, all of those and other suttle movements you make are ways you read a person,"
"Reading a person. Yes. I see," I tried to hide my bluff in my short comment.
"No, you don't see. Haha, Kyuro, if you want, I can teach you the things you want to learn or can't learn. In return, would you help me train?" he asked me.
This was the first time Shia offered to teach me. He was always smiling and walking ahead of me.
I never realized it before, but Shia was a good person. I was always by his side, but I never took interest in him. I always thought," So this is the person I'm going to have to see everyday and risk my life for."
I didn't really care about who he was or the type of person he was. The only impression he left me was that he was a smiling idiotic bookworm and an idiot for not letting me do my job right.
I'm sorry I never took the time to acknowledge you, Shia.
"I'm sorry," I apologized out loud.
"Hm? Sorry for what? Why do you have such a guilty look on your face? What, did you actually commit a sin of some sort and got in trouble? Aw, you're being a baby to your big bro and you want some help?" he teasingly ruffled my hair.
"No! I'm not being a baby! Geez, just teach me already," I said as I fixed my hair. Sometimes I forget he can be annoying. It's kinda nostalgic.
The following year was around the corner, and my heart sank as time grew closer to the nightmares to come.
Shia and I had been sparring.
"How. Can you do this? W-why? You're just a kid!" he shouted, gasping for heaps of air.
"I'm only a few years younger than you!" I snapped.
"Yeah, by like a whole century. How is it that i haven't progressed in my fighting skills, and you just keep rising in power. I haven't even beat you once!" he said, arching his neck back, gasping breaths from the heavens.
"Then try harder," I crossed my arms.
"You just don't give me any slack. How about we switch back to learning? It's been a few hours now," Shia panted and fell on his knees.
I watched him struggle to stand up. The droplets of sweat gliding on his glistening snow white skin. It was aleady a hot day but I could feel the sun breathing down my body, huffing heat, inch by inch, into a pivital point. I looked away and threw a wet towel at his face.
I gave in and replied.
"Fine."
"Kyuro, do you get it now?" Shia asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
"You don't get it, do you...," he sighed in disappointment.
"Yes, I do. You just write and cite and wabam it works!" I blurted.
"Oh, Kyuro. You have to practice focusing your mana into each letter. Your handwriting really sucks," he said as I blushed in embarrassment," I suppose you can't be blamed. You never learned how to write until now."
"Can we get over the writing and just do the spells already!" I yelled.
"Haha, Kyuro, it's important for the letters to be readable. Hmm... How about this. I'll teach you something new I'm experimenting. Just drawing pictures or random symbols that you know the meaning of. For example, maybe a sun is a sun. Or, it can be light magic," he told me.
"I'm not that great at writing and now you expect me to doodle silly pictures," I said.
"Hmm, well, it might be fine if you were the only one who knew what the spells mean," he pointed out," it'll be like a secret code. And maybe it can be useful in surprising your opponents."
An Amayan being able to use spells let alone unknown spells would definitely look cool and become an advantage against foes.
"Tch! Fine!" I pouted. I hated writing and I hated drawing. I was never great at any of these tediously time consuming, boring skills.
Years passed but the time had come sooner than expected.
"Renka, this is Kyuro of the Silver Night Wolves. And Kyuro, this is Renka, the heir to the Haras and Exeme, Renka's honorable mage," Shia told me.
Dread had filled me with grief and anger, I almost forgot my surroundings.
"Kyuro?" Shia called out to me," We're going to head out for lunch. Are you going to stand there and stare at the table all day?"
"Wha- no I'm coming!" I said.