Golden look at their son. She does not know what to do to help her son, aside from staying next to him all the time and never pressuring him.
Unfortunately, the red magic that was feared in the old tale is all a lie. It was the weakest power they see in their entire life. They can not believe that the power a Prince was given is the weakest. Was it because the God did not know that it was the prince?
Or it was all they can give to the prince?
"He can manage his own. He's now ten." Her husband Guidren said as she felt his arms patting her back slowly. Golden let out a sigh as her eyes are still fixed on their prince.
Two years had passed and nothing has change, aside from becoming taller than an average height for a ten years old boy. He did gain nothing to improve his magic.
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Two years ago.
Florian feels his heart tightened with every step. It was like the air was slowly fading the more he becomes near the sword. He can't feel like backing out now. That will make him regret later. What if, since he knows that this is how hard to get near the sword, he'll body will react weaker just to protect his body?
Then he'll rather be bedridden again just to get that sword.
Minutes after minutes, Florian finally takes his last steps to get the red-handed sword. He took a deep breath before reaching for the handle. The moment his hand landed on the handle, the red and gold on the sword faded until it turns into a plain looking black handle.
He blinked twice, trying to understand on why does the sword has to change color just right when he reach it? Just when he can finally look at it closer than before. He tried shaking the sword just in case it is a color changing sword. He also tried covering it with his shadow or placing it directly into the sun, but nothing happens.
It still stays the same as a plain looking black handed sword.
The disappointment he is feeling is overwhelming. He was too focused on how the bright red captured his eyes earlier than he was too late to notice how the blade of the sword changes as well.
The blade of the sword is surely half his height. It was that long. But to what he can see right now, it was like the blade only reach from the ground up to his knee and the handle reach to the half of his leg.
It becomes a small version of a sword, and from what he can remember, the sword looks so sharp earlier, like it can even cut a paper.
But when he touches the blade, it's not sharp at all. It is indeed dull and can cut nothing.
He once again let out a sigh before leaving the file of sword. He might not be able to use the sword at all, but he thinks it was alright since he's still too young to hold a sharp sword. Despite those excuses, he really can't let go of the sword, his heart tightens just from thinking of it.
It wad like, abandoning his son.
"I got mine," Florian announced to his father. Guidren nod his head as a response.
His father might not understand what he mean by him finally finding his power, he also did not know, but deep down his heart, the feeling of finding something that you always finding is fufilled.
That's what he feels when his hand reach the sword. It looks ugly now that he is holding it than to what he sees earlier. But that can't change the fact that he feels complete with a sword on his hands.
"Am I done for the day?" He asked his father.
"Well yes, but you have to come back to learn something more to your power." Florian said 'okay' to his father before they leave the training ground. Like what he sees earlier, the forest change and all their things are gone.
He looks once again at his sword he is holding in his left hand. Guess he needs to ask his father tomorrow to accompany him to fix his sword.
Florian sleeps well that night, but his dream hunts him the moment he opens his eyes. He remembers how his body shiver with a pair of eyes looking at him. Two red lights, shapes as an eyes, looking at him deeply like he was trying to understand who he was.
The way how his body shivers, it was the same feeling of remembering the windy night of winter season.
Like what he wanted, his father Guidren will accompanied him to the cleanse and sharpen his blade. Just to make it more appealing than it was now.
"We'll now leave," Guidren announce to Golden. His wife nod before leaving a kiss on his cheeks and on Florians forehead.
"Use the old wagon, the town is a little far from our home," Golden suggested.
"We will."
"Bye mother," Florian waved his small hand on his mother as he was stepping backwards.
He only flipped his body when his father scolds him. They go to their farm in where the wagon is located. They only used it before to get plants and vegetables or buy tools that they might need in their home since the town is a little farther than their home.
"Get inside," his father command him as it was fixing and comforting the horse they will used to travel.
"Hi!" A high pitched voice almost makes Florian out of balance when he enters the wagon. He was only lucky that he is still holding on, if he isn't there is a higher chance of him falling on the ground.
That surely will hurts his butt or back.
"What are you doing here?" He asked his younger sister.
"You won't cry? Just weeks ago you always cried whenever I surprise you," Yoona tease him. Her eyes are the hardest eyes for him to understand, her eyes are always seen as teasing someone.
He know one day Yoona will get in trouble because of misunderstanding of her eyes.
"Did the thunder hurt of brain..." Yoona pointed her head, "or did you become crazy?" She moves her fingers on a circle motion.
"I asked you."
"Oh," Yoona makes a surprise sound. "Are you being an older brother to me now?" He really can't understand his sister.
He knows it that weeks ago, he was a crybaby. He feels so sensitive to everything and everything just makes him let out a tears. But the day he saw that black cloud, talk to the cloud, get hit by a thunder and hold his sword.
All of those moments he had for eight years ago are all gone. Like he was reborn.