A white-haired boy appeared on the training ground. The moment he entered, multiple eyes looked at him as if trying to guess his next moves.
Amon looked around, and his eyes fell on the small door on the other side of the training ground. He approached it, ignoring everyone. Damien's friends grouped up, ready to teach him a lesson if he dared to approach them.
He walked past them, his eyes focusing on the door. This took everyone aback; no one had thought he would come here for any other reason. When they saw him walking to the door, it only fueled their curiosity.
"Isn't that the place where instructors usually reside? Why is he going there?" asked one of the onlookers.
"How would I know? Maybe he is here to complain about that incident?" said his friend as he looked at Damien's friends and laughed. The others joined him and mocked them.
"That Damien, due to him, we have got this lifetime embarrassment. He is still recovering while this bastard looks fully recovered," said one of Damien's friends.
"Don't talk about recovery; this guy looks to be in better shape than before," commented the other beside him.
Amon knocked gently on the wooden door, hesitant to incite any potential anger from the person he sought help from. His cautious approach reflected his desire to avoid any unnecessary confrontation as he waited for the door to open.
"Who is it?" A tall figure emerged from the opened door. It was an older man with two grey wings on his back. He looked at Amon and asked, "What do you want, kid?"
Looking at him, a disappointed expression appeared on his face. This was the Training Ground instructor, one who took care of the Training Ground. However, he was not the guy he wanted to meet.
He steeled his heart and asked, "Where is the other instructor? The one with a muscular body and horns."
A confused expression appeared on the face of the man; he tried to think of someone with such characteristics. "Are you talking about Hiranyaksh? He is not the instructor; he just came on that day because I was busy."
Amon's face fell. He didn't know what to do now. He had come here hoping to find Hiranyaksh and try to convince him to teach him. How will he do it if he doesn't even know Hiranyaksh?
This was all getting more and more complicated. If it continued like this, he would never be able to improve.
Looking at the clueless boy before his eyes, the instructor asked, "Did you come here to meet Hiranyaksh?"
Amon kept looking at the ground, not knowing what to say.
"Listen, kid, Hiranyaksh is not from our clan. He assisted me the previous time because of his mother. He has come here for a two-week holiday, after which he will return to the Evilhorn family again," replied the man when he noticed the boy.
"Thanks for your help, and I apologize for disturbing you. Amon turned and started walking the path that he had used to come here.
The instructor looked at Amon, and he sighed. "This kid has changed a lot; it's a pity that Hiranyaksh is a moody guy. He would not even come here that day if it were up to him."
Amon returned to his house with a disappointed look on his face. His eyes have lost their light again. He entered his house and went straight to the bathroom. The ice-cold bath was something he liked after training.
Coming out of his bathroom in a set of changed clothes, he returned to his room to sleep when he heard a captivating voice say, "Amon, come to the dining hall. Breakfast is ready."
His feet halted, and forgetting about other things, he raced down the stairs. His eyes fell on the warm smile of his mother, and he was surprised to see that she appeared very happy today.
They say smiles are contagious, and it might be because of it that a smile appeared on Amon's face. He joined her mother for breakfast; he had not eaten with her in the past few days.
"My little baby has now grown; he doesn't even find it important to inform me before leaving," said Vallaire as she started ignoring him.
"Mother, I am sorry; I just went for a small walk. I thought it would not be correct to disturb you," replied Amon as he brought another piece of meat closer to his mouth.
"Melusina, did you hear that? He had finally grown up. He has even started to lie to his own mother; where has my cute little boy gone? I want him back." She said as she shook her head in disappointment.
The scarlet-eyed woman comforted her while her eyes stared at Amon, making him gulp half-chewed food in his mouth.
He was so embarrassed, that he didn't dare to look in the eyes of his mother, "Sorry, I didn't want to hurt you. It's just that I want to become stronger. So I went to meet Hiranyaksh to ask him to train me."
"Did you meet him?" asked Vallaire as she looked at the apologetic face of her son.
"I thought he would be present on the training ground, but when I went there, I was not able to find him," he said as a sad expression appeared on his face again.
"I see," said his mother. Her eyes met Melsina, and by only staring at each other, they shared many thoughts.
Vallaire finished her meal and stood up. "I am visiting Ravena's house; you can come with me."
"..." Amon looked at his mother with confusion. Melusina looked at his clueless face and said, "Miss Ravena is Hiraynkaksh's mother; you will be able to meet him in his house."
"Oh," Amon stood up; this was a surprise. He was about to get ready when he found himself sitting again. First, finish your breakfast. He heard a voice in his head.
Amon looked at Melusina and picked up his fork and knife. He started finishing his meal. Melusina was the scariest woman he had seen till now; a mere stare from her was enough to send shivers down his spine.
He controlled his excitement and focused on finishing his meal; after that, he was carried to his room by Melusina. She opened the cupboard there, and many clothes of his size appeared there.
Instead of asking him which one he would like to wear, she picked one that looked most exquisite. She was about to dress him when Amon said, "I can dress by myself."
She looked at his embarrassed face and left the room. "Wear it properly, I will come to check after some time."
After some time, he appeared outside his house, dressed in a crisp white shirt, highlighting his pure snow-white hair. He wore a new coat adorned with a glorious golden border that hung gracefully on his small frame, draping him in regal sophistication.
He appeared rather cute in this dress, a young prince in the making. As Amon emerged from the doorway, a royal cart awaited him.
Its grandeur matched the prestige of the Duskcrowned lineage. Two majestic black stallions were harnessed to the cart. They wore intricate silver jewelry that gleamed with each step.
The cart itself was a sight to behold, its ebony exterior adorned with a delicate silver border. It sparkled with the brilliance of countless sapphire stones, each gem meticulously embedded in the woodwork.
"Follow me," said Vallaire, her voice carrying an air of authority as she approached the cart. Amon followed behind her with small but purposeful steps, his eyes burning with determination.