Ojero's Point of View
As the crystals finished awakening inside him, a burst of power from the crystals jolted his body, making him fall unconscious.
As he lay there, oblivious to what went outside, Ojero returned to that grassy hill.
This time, it was night, and a cold chill swept the air.
Somehow, it felt more welcoming this way; more real. It felt like a part of him, a part he has always needed and now it was finally ready to meet him.
Ojero looked down again, and this time instead of a swirling ball, he saw 3 crystals.
One was dark purple, one was black, one was green. The dark purple one was very big, and the black was only slightly smaller. The green, however, was only about half the size of the other 2.
While looking at these, he instinctively knew he had to keep the 2 dark ones a secret. He didn't know why, he just knew it. It felt like a breath down his neck, warning him to keep them hidden no matter the cost or he would lose everything; both life and power.
Suddenly, the work started shaking again. Ojero just felt deep down he was in danger, and knowing he shouldn't use the two dark crystals, he reached deep inside himself for the green one, and he felt it.
He felt a voice tickling the back of his neck, asking him to do what is needed. Knowing that if he didn't, he would die, Ojero stepped back and let this voice guide him, he let it determine what to do and how to do it.
The feeling in him was strange, as it felt like another person possessed him and took control of everything. He could still watch, but couldn't do anything. The being inside him, then as he still had the green crystal in his grasp, a wave of power was emitted from his being into the crystal, much more than Ojero himself could have done.
With this, a green power shot out of the crystal and started going through his veins.
It swirled around him, filling him. The strength, the might, the power was everything. He didn't know why or how, but he knew exactly what he must do, and so he let his body do everything needed.
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Orpham's Point of View
As the ball went towards Ojero, he shocked back to strength as worry filled everything in his mind. He quickly started running towards him, and in the noble booth both of his parents snapped out of their stupor at Orpham's power.
Realizing what was going on, their father suddenly turned into a bolt of lightning and arced across the room towards Ojero, praying to any god that would listen.
Suddenly, it seemed if one had.
Ojero's eyes opened white, as they burned a brighter green than ever. His body worked on its own, as his legs shot under him, and a brilliant light green glow coiled his arm, and his hand shot forward.
The swirling vortex of space and light suddenly slowed down, and then miraculously stopped.
Ojeros hand started to circle counter clockwise, as the ball started reversing its course. It swept back through the air towards Orpham, who ducked, as it shot over him towards where it was summoned.
Once it was there, all of the materials it sucked into itself started flying back out towards their original places, many hitting some audience members who had moved since then.
After this, the ball started shrinking, and shrinking, growing smaller and smaller until it popped out of existence.
Everyone was shocked still now, as they couldn't believe the truth in front of them.
Ojero, however didn't notice this, as the being within him suddenly left. Then, a strange voice whispered in his ear, so quiet he almost thought he imagined it.
"The rest is up to you from now on, young villain."
The priest then moved forward, from where he was hiding behind an altar, and stepped towards the two brothers, who were the only ones standing on the platform.
Their father had stopped mid flash when he saw the green eyes, knowing but couldn't believe what was happening. He had seen Orpham's power once before, being used by a friend long lost.
Ojero's, however, was the thing of myths. A power thought lost, due to its extreme rarity even among mythical wielders.
"My boys, do you realize what this means?"
Both suddenly felt very self conscious, worried they had done something wrong. Orpham especially felt bad, as he had almost killed his only brother.
"You have both awakened the mythical powers of stories old and gone. Especially you Orpham. You see, only spells of the same rarity can mix. Its something in the mana makeup that makes it so you can only have multiple powers of the same rarity."
"We saw you use both space and light magic, making you have both the mythical spacial magic and mythical light lord!"
Orpham blushed at this, and wrung his hands behind his back, noticing the thousands of eyes on him.
The priest then turned towards Ojero, his face seeming to be at war to look with disbelief or utter joy.
"And you, I have only ever read about your power once, but it left such a great impact I could never mistake it for anything else. You have harnessed the force that binds all life, death, suffering, and happiness. You have been blessed by the most high with the power of time."
"To think not one but three mythical powers we born this year. We haven't had one in decades, and suddenly you two awaken three! And you are high nobles and brothers at that! The king himself will wish to see this!"
In the audience, a tall young man with black hair snapped out of the stupor, and rushed onto the stage towards the brothers. No one knew who his name, but they knew the crest on the back of his jacket.
It was tree, with branches reaching out towards dozens of different colored crystals, all circling the tree. Beneath the tree, the roots reached towards only a few crystals, one green, one blue, one black, one gold, one dark blue, and only a few other assorted colors.
"I am Leyvan Portoi, the representative of Lumenbecs academy. On behalf of Dean Wiledoms, we offer both of you admittance to our great academy, with full benefits!"