Late in the afternoon, as the sun dipped towards the horizon, a determined Elysian stood in the open field of their farm, wooden sword in hand. His mentor and guardian, Sirius, watched closely, his experienced eyes assessing the young boy's every move.
"Swinging harder does not make it a powerful attack, my son," Sirius advised, his voice firm but gentle. He parried Elysian's attacks easily, demonstrating the wisdom gained from years of training. "Power and precision, that is the key," Sirius added, emphasizing the importance of technique over brute force.
Elysian's frustration was evident as he swung his wooden sword increasingly. Each strike was met with Sirius's graceful defense, a testament to the mentor's skill. Despite his irritation, Elysian listened intently, realizing there was more to mastering the art of the sword than sheer strength.
In the fading light of the afternoon, the field became a battleground for this crucial lesson. Elysian's determination and Sirius's patient guidance blended in a timeless dance of mentorship, where the young prince learned that true power came from physical prowess and the mastery of technique and precision.
With a single, swift strike, Sirius easily disarmed Elysian, clattering the 15-year-old boy's wooden sword to the ground. Frustration welled up within Elysian, and he exclaimed, "I tried hard, Father! You're too strong to beat!"
Sirius, his mentor and guardian, looked down at Elysian with a patient and knowing gaze. He understood the young boy's frustration but also recognized the importance of this lesson. "Now, patience, child," Sirius counseled, calm and reassuring. "Being a good swordsman does not come overnight. It comes from a deep understanding of what you are doing."
Before their exchange could continue, a call from the nearby house interrupted their training. Lyria, Elysian's caregiver and a figure of warmth and comfort called out, "Dinner is ready!"
Sirius smiled at Elysian, his expression kind and filled with wisdom. "Now," he said, "it would sadden your mother if you don't smile. Run along, I'll follow you."
As Elysian entered the house, still feeling a bit crestfallen from his earlier training session, Lyria noticed his expression with her warm and comforting presence. She asked gently, "Why the sad face, dear? You lost, didn't you?" Her words were accompanied by a playful smile, attempting to lighten the mood.
Sirius, joining in the playful banter, chimed in, "You know he's a sore loser," with a teasing grin. The three shared a light-hearted moment, their laughter filling the room.
With the joviality of the moment, they settled in for dinner. Lyria had prepared a sumptuous meal, a testament to her culinary skill and love for Elysian. The delicious aroma filled the air, and Elysian couldn't help but feel his spirits lifting. He savored every bite of his mother's well-cooked food, finding solace and comfort in the shared warmth of their home.
Though an orphan, Elysian never felt lonely because of Sirius and Lylia; the couple could not bear a child and thus loved Elysian like their own. To ensure the child's safety, the couple resided far away from the capitol - Elder Tree Haven. Misthaven has been their home after the death of the High King and Queen. The couple both train Elysian swordsmanship and magic.
Elysian, at a young age, shows great promise. He was a good swordsman and a wizard. At a young age, he has mastered both fire and air elements. He is also a quick learner of swords. At the age of 10, he joined his father hunting during hunting season; his gift for knives and swords has made him a great help to the village.
"Father, are you going to Elder Tree tomorrow?" the young boy inquired, his eyes bright with curiosity.
Sirius couldn't hide his excitement as he replied, "Oh yes, my son, I must go to sell the harvest tomorrow, and who knows, I might buy you a new sword!"
Elysian's face lit up at the prospect. "Oh, wow, can I come?" he asked eagerly, enthusiasm bubbling.
Sirius paused, a mixture of hesitation and longing in his eyes. "I wish you to be there, my child, but unfortunately, you must help your mother sell at the town square."
The disappointment was evident in Elysian's expression. "Come on now, Father," he pleaded, "I never get to be with you when we go to the capital. I wished to see the castle."
Lyria, ever understanding and gentle, chimed in with a suggestion. "You should let him come," she said, her voice soft but persuasive. "He could see the capital, and he might want to stay there next year to join the Academy."
Sirius hesitated, knowing that he could never win an argument against Lyria's logic and her desire to see Elysian experience new things.
The next day arrived with Elysian's excitement at its peak. He eagerly prepared for the trip, securely slipping into his coat and tunic and fastening his pocket knife. With an eager grin, he made his way to the carriage laden with the bountiful harvest of wheat and potatoes from their farm.
The sturdy and practical carriage was drawn by their very own sig-bin, a magical creature known for its unique appearance. It had the friendly face of a long-nosed dog but possessed the powerful hind legs of a kangaroo. This magical companion was as much a part of their family as Elysian himself.
With a heart brimming with anticipation and a spirit eager for adventure, Elysian climbed onto the carriage. The journey ahead held the promise of exciting discoveries, and he couldn't wait to experience the sights and sounds of Elder Tree Haven. This bustling capital had always intrigued him. The grand castle, a distant yet captivating landmark, remained a beacon of curiosity in his young mind.
As he settled into the carriage, his eyes sparkled with excitement. He was ready to embark on this journey with his father, explore the mysteries of the capital, and create memories that would last a lifetime.
"Off we go now, dear," Sirius exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement and reassurance. He bid his wife, Lyria, a fond farewell, and with a gentle nudge to the sig-bin, they set off on their adventure, leaving behind the comfort of their home for the bustling city and all the wonders it held.
The journey to the capital was a thrilling adventure for the eager 10-year-old. Every moment was filled with wonder as he took in the sights and sounds of the road, all new to him. It was his first time visiting Elder Tree Haven, and the bustling atmosphere of the capital fascinated him.
As they made their way through the crowded streets, Sirius took a moment to remind Elysian of the importance of staying close. "Now, let me remind you not to lose sight of me, okay?" Sirius instructed, his tone both protective and caring. "Always stay by my side."
Elysian nodded earnestly, his wide eyes filled with excitement and curiosity. He was determined to heed his father's advice and stick close throughout their visit to the capital.
As they continued their journey, Elysian couldn't contain his excitement when he spotted Kapres and Tikbalang walking on the side of the road. Their unique appearances and presence added to the enchantment of the capital.
"Trinkets!" called out a Duwende, their voices filled with enthusiasm. "Armor, swords, shields! Take a look!" shouted another, beckoning passersby to examine their wares. It was indeed a bustling and lively day in the capital, with countless sights, sounds, and opportunities for exploration awaiting Elysian at every turn.
As they made their first stop in the capital, Sirius's crop was quickly sold out, a testament to the quality of their harvest. With a smile, he turned to Elysian and said, "We have some spare time to walk around town. You might want to get a new sword, my treat!" His tone was jovial and lighthearted, filled with a father's affectionate teasing.
Elysian's eyes sparkled with excitement at acquiring a new sword. He eagerly took hold of his father, and together, they hastened their steps toward town. The young boy relished every moment of his day, savoring the sights, sounds, and the rare treat of choosing a new weapon.
Sirius, watching Elysian's joy, couldn't help but feel a profound sense of contentment. It warmed his heart to see his son so happy.
However, the mood swiftly shifted when a loud cry pierced the air. A Kapre's voice rang out, and "Pantianacs!" resounded through the capital. Instantly, chaos erupted. Fear gripped Sirius, and he tightened his grip on Elysian.
"Run!" Sirius shouted urgently, his voice filled with panic. The entire capital descended into pandemonium. Women and children scattered in all directions, desperately seeking safety as Pantianacs corrupted Aswangs and unleashed their dark magic upon the city. The guards hurriedly attempted to shut the gates, but the situation grew increasingly dire, and the once-bustling streets of Elder Tree Haven were now consumed by chaos and danger.
As chaos continued to envelop Elder Tree Haven, Sirius knew that the safety of his son, Elysian, was paramount. With a firm and loving command, he urged Elysian, "Get to safety with the others! I will come back for you. I have to help these people."
Elysian's heart raced with worry, but he nodded, trusting his father's bravery and resolve. He turned and joined the stream of panicked civilians, going toward refuge, hoping to find safety among the others fleeing the Pantianac threat.
On the other hand, Sirius ran toward the city gates, determined to stand with the guards in defending the capital from the Pantianacs. He fought valiantly, casting spells and wielding his sword with skill and determination. His presence inspired the guards to give their all in protecting their city and its people.
"Commander Sirius!" called out one of the guards, recognizing his bravery and leadership.
Sirius, however, understood the gravity of the situation. With a commanding tone, he prioritized the civilians, urging the guards to evacuate everyone to the refuge. It was a moment of selflessness and sacrifice, as he placed the well-being of the people above all else.
As the guards hurriedly led the civilians to safety, a Kapre's voice resonated through the chaos, directing everyone to the refuge. The frantic rush continued as people ran for their lives, seeking shelter from the Pantianac threat.
Sirius fought on, casting spells and clashing swords with the Pantianacs. He and the guards held the line valiantly, but a massive fireball hurtled toward them in a sudden and devastating turn of events. Sirius, despite his best efforts, could not repel the fiery assault. With a heavy heart and a sense of duty fulfilled, he fell, giving his all to defend his city and its people.
Amidst the chaos and flames that raged around Elder Tree Haven, the King's guards fought valiantly to repel the Pantianac attack. The air was tense, and panic gripped the city, but the guards stood their ground, defending their home.
Elysian, however, was frozen in place as he watched the gate aflame in the distance, where his father had fought so bravely. His heart pounded with dread, and his vision blurred with tears as he realized the dire situation.
Desperation overcame him, and he ran toward the gate, his mind consumed by the need to reach his father. The guards tried to stop him, recognizing the danger and wanting to protect the young boy. But Elysian, driven by his love for Sirius and unyielding determination, found a way to bypass the guards. With a surge of magical power, he cast a flame spell that stunned the guards, holding him back. Swiftly, he seized a sword and sprinted toward the Pantianacs.
Amid the chaos, Elysian reached one of the Pantianacs and, with unwavering resolve, thrust the sword into the creature's chest. He didn't halt his advance, pressing forward through the danger and destruction until he arrived at the gate.
Kneeling beside his father's lifeless and scorched body, Elysian's heart was heavy with grief and loss. Tears streamed down his face as he cradled Sirius, a silent testament to their profound bond and their immense sacrifice in defense of their city.