"Alright boys follow me, your mother told me that all of you awakened before the age of one, and now that I'm back we are going to what rank your talent is and how many."
In the regal expanse of their mansion's library, Vince, a father of extraordinary lineage, gathered his one-year-old quadruplets — Ceteus, Kwatee, Key, and Mikro. The room, with towering shelves of ancient tomes and the ambient glow of enchantment, provided a fitting backdrop for a familial dialogue that would resonate through the annals of Eldralore.
Vince, his voice carrying the resonance of wisdom and affection, began,
"My cherished ones, the time has come for the talent tests. These tests are a gateway to understanding the unique gifts that each of you possesses, gifts that hold the potential to shape the very fabric of Eldralore."
Ceteus, Kwatee, Key, and Mikro, their cherubic faces reflecting innocence and the echoes of past lives, listened with a blend of curiosity and apprehension. Vince continued,
"Kwatee, your affinity for the arcane is profound. Ceteus, your inquisitive nature is a beacon of knowledge. Mikro, your connection to mystical phenomena is a gift. And Key, your intuitive wisdom holds the key to ancient secrets."
As Vince spoke, the quadruplets, each with distinct energies and magical inclinations, exchanged glances. Kwatee, the eldest by mere moments, voiced their collective concern,
"Father, we understand the importance of these tests, but our talents are different, perhaps too different. We fear what might happen if they're discovered."
Vince, sensing the weight of their collective hesitance, knelt down to their level.
"My beloved ones, in this Family, uniqueness is celebrated, not feared. Your gifts are part of the rich tapestry that makes our world extraordinary. Embrace who you are, and together, we'll navigate this journey. The discovery of your talents is not just for you but for the well-being of our Kingdom."
Mikro, noticing that they wouldn't be able to convince their Father, opened up their Telepathic Link
"Guys I Don't think we will be able to convince our Father, I know his intentions are good, but if the world were to find out about our talents, I don't know if even the Mooncrest can keep us safe."
Kwatee, ever curious, responded mentally, "I agree, Mikro. We can't risk exposing the full extent of our powers. What if we subtly guide the outcomes, revealing enough to satisfy curiosity but not the true depths of our abilities?"
Key, with his mystical insight, added, "A delicate dance, then. We'll need to harness our gifts in a way that conceals their true potential. Our uniqueness should remain a secret, known only to us."
Ceteus, interjected, "Vigilance is key. Let's not underestimate external influences. There might be forces at play beyond our understanding. We need to navigate these tests with caution."
The Conversation between the Mooncrest boys was all happening in front of their father in less than a few seconds, from his perception it seemed as if the boys we just staring off into space. His wife Seraphina warned him that they do that from time to time, believing it to just be a phase.
In the opulent library, the air thick with the fragrance of ancient scrolls and the soft glow of enchanted orbs, Victor, the patient father, found himself growing weary of the quadruplets' prolonged hesitation. The children, engrossed in their telepathic deliberations about the approaching talent tests, seemed oblivious to the passing of time.
Victor, his silvery hair reflecting the ambient light, sighed with a mix of affection and exasperation. The towering bookshelves, filled with the accumulated wisdom of generations, seemed to echo his sentiment. With a subtle wave of his hand, unseen threads of mana coiled around the quadruplets, creating an invisible force that gently tugged at them.
Ceteus, Kwatee, Key, and Mikro, their telepathic dialogue momentarily interrupted by the unexpected pull, turned to see their father standing with a patient yet determined expression. Victor's eyes, a reflection of both love and a hint of authority, met each of theirs.
"I've waited long enough, my children,"
Victor spoke, his voice carrying a resonance that demanded attention. "The time for deliberation is over. The talent tests approach, and your unique gifts must not remain dormant. It's time to embrace your potential."
As the invisible mana threads continued to guide them, the quadruplets, momentarily surprised, exchanged glances. The library, once a sanctuary for quiet contemplation, now bore witness to a scene of familial determination. With a gentle yet firm force, Victor led his children towards the path of discovery, the magic within the library reflecting the inevitable journey that awaited them outside its enchanted walls.
As Victor's mana enveloped Ceteus, Kwatee, Key, and Mikro, gently guiding them toward the impending talent tests, the quadruplets began to sense the subtle coercion. Unaccustomed to such a forceful yet tender manipulation of mana, the boys instinctively resisted, their small frames tensing against the unseen threads.
Mikro, furrowed his brow, his eyes flashing with a determination that mirrored the stubbornness of his elven ancestry. Ceteus, squirmed with restlessness, his competitive spirit rising against the magical restraint. Kwatee, sought to understand the mana's influence, his insatiable curiosity fueling his struggle against the unseen bonds.
Key being the most defiant, and not wanting to be experimented on activated his A rank Beserk talent which provided him with a 50% boost in strength, and his Solar Empowerment SS rank talent giving him another 80% percent boost on all his stats.
"Hmm Key seems to have a talent to boost his strength, it must have activated on his unwillingness to go. With this much power increase, it must be at least an A rank to increase his strength so much."
Of course, Key's efforts were futile against his father's mana.
Victor is now even more determined to see what talent rank his children have and how many.
In this familial struggle, the library's once serene atmosphere was disrupted by the soft sounds of hushed resistance. Victor, observing their defiance, maintained a steady but gentle pressure, a reminder that the time for contemplation had ended, and the path of discovery awaited.
The delicate dance between father and sons continued, each side asserting its will in a silent struggle that symbolized the inevitable clash between the responsibilities of the present and the mysteries of the future.
As Victor continued to guide Ceteus, Kwatee, Key, and Mikro with his mana towards the library's exit, Mikro, the eldest of the quadruplets, felt the weight of the unseen force. His furrowed brow deepened, and his eyes, reflective of both defiance and concern, locked onto his father's steady gaze.
In a hushed plea, Mikro's telepathic voice reached out to Victor, echoing in the shared mental space, "Father, please. We understand the importance of these tests, but we need more time. Let us find our own way, and discover our potential without this push. Trust us to embrace our gifts when we're ready."
The plea, laced with sincerity and a touch of desperation, carried Mikro's genuine desire for autonomy. As they neared the library's exit, Mikro's internal turmoil intensified, his mental voice echoing louder, "We promise we'll face these tests, but let it be on our terms. Trust that we'll make you proud when the time is right."
Victor, pausing for a moment, sensed Mikro's sincerity. The invisible threads of mana loosened slightly, allowing a momentary respite for the quadruplets. Mikro, seizing the opportunity, exchanged a glance with his brothers, silently urging them to stand united in their plea for more time.
The library, witness to the silent exchange between father and son, held its breath as Mikro's plea hung in the air, the delicate dance between familial duty and individual growth unfolding within the enchanted walls.
As Victor considered Mikro's heartfelt plea through the telepathic link, a subtle realization dawned upon him. The eldest of the quadruplets possessed a unique talent that, until this moment, had remained concealed from his father's awareness. Surprise flickered in Victor's eyes, a testament to the discovery that even a father could be unaware of certain aspects of his children's gifts.
"I hear you, Mikro," Victor's voice resonated through their telepathic connection. As he loosened the mana threads, he found himself marveling at the depth of Mikro's abilities. The revelation that Mikro had been keeping his telepathic talent a secret from him added a layer of astonishment to the moment.
Victor, with a sense of paternal pride and newfound discovery, acknowledged Mikro's request, "I trust in your wisdom. Discover your potential at your own pace, my sons." His voice carried both the authority of a father and the warmth of understanding.
With the release of the mana's grip, Mikro and his brothers exchanged glances filled with gratitude and newfound understanding. The library, steeped in elven history and magic, stood witness to the evolving dynamics of the father-son relationship.
As Victor decided to host the talent discovery within the familiar embrace of their home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. The unexpected revelation of Mikro's telepathic gift added a layer of mystery to the upcoming journey, and Victor, embracing the surprises parenthood brought, looked forward to witnessing the untapped potentials of each of his sons in the magical sanctuary they called home.