Meleona's excitement was like a bright flame, flickering with the thrill of the new responsibility that awaited her. Today was a special day, one that she had been eagerly awaiting. She was about to become Levis's mentor, and the thought alone sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins.
She hurried towards the library, her footsteps quick and light, almost as if she was gliding over the ground. The anticipation was building up, making her heart thump loudly in her chest. As she reached the library door, she paused for a moment, took a deep breath to calm her racing heart, and then pushed the door open with a flourish.
The library, usually a realm of hushed tones and the soft scratching of pens on paper, was jolted into alertness by Meleona's entrance. The silence shattered like glass as she stepped in, her presence like a gust of wind that turned every head in her direction. The quiet readers looked up from their books, curiosity lighting up their eyes as they watched this whirlwind of energy that had just entered their tranquil space.
Yet, amidst the sudden shift in the atmosphere, there was Levis, an island of calm in the storm of activity. He sat at a table laden with books, his eyes fixed on the pages in front of him, his mind lost in the world of knowledge. He was vaguely aware of the stir Meleona had caused, the way she had captured the attention of everyone in the room, but he remained undisturbed, his focus unwavering. His dedication to his studies was a fortress, impervious to the outside world, as he continued to delve deeper into his learning, oblivious to the excitement Meleona brought with her.
In the brightly lit room, as the news unfurled, Freya's eyes never strayed from Levis. She was nestled in her secluded corner, a silent observer to the unfolding scene. A surge of surprise jolted through her, quickly entangled with a sharp pang of jealousy. The revelation meant Meleona would be by Levis's side more often, their paths intertwined more closely than ever before. This thought gnawed at her, yet a part of her couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. Levis would be safer now, away from the perilous frontlines where danger lurked at every turn.
Levis himself seemed like a statue amidst the commotion, his face betraying no hint of shock or awe. It was as though a secret foresight had whispered to him of this moment, preparing him for the inevitable. When he spoke, his words were a defiant roar in the quiet room. "I will not skulk in the shadows of the backline," he proclaimed, "while my brave comrades march into the jaws of death. My prowess with the bow is already renowned; what knowledge could you possibly impart that I don't already possess?"
The atmosphere turned heavy, charged with tension and unspoken words. Meleona's vibrant expression, once brimming with eager anticipation, now crumbled into a portrait of dismay. The joy that had danced in her eyes was extinguished, replaced by a crestfallen shadow of frustration and a deep, aching sadness. She stood motionless, her gaze locked on Levis, her voice lost to the frustrating sensation in her heart.
Freya emerged from the shadows like a storm, her hand striking Levis's cheek with a resounding slap. Her eyes blazed with an inferno of fury, a silent testament to the betrayal she felt. Levis, who had always been the pillar of their group, now seemed to her ungrateful, even arrogant. But beneath the tempest of her anger, Freya's voice found a calm, trying to bridge the chasm that had suddenly opened between them.
"We're not asking you to vanish behind the curtains," she implored, her words earnest and pleading. "We need you to be our guardian, our vigilant sentinel from the backline. Your strength gives us the courage to face the dangers ahead, knowing you're there to cover us." She paused, her gaze softening. "And Meleona, with her years of mastery in archery, she has insights that could refine even your formidable skills."
The library, usually a sanctuary of silence, now resonated with the echoes of their dispute. The hushed whispers and curious glances of onlookers began to seep through the walls, as if the very books themselves were straining to hear the drama unfold. Levis, sensing the growing audience, felt a twinge of regret for the spectacle they'd caused. With a heavy heart and a mind clouded with thoughts, he offered a quiet apology and retreated to the solitude of his infirmary room. There, in the stillness, he would contemplate the path laid before him, weighing the safety of the shadows against the uncertainty of the frontline.
Meanwhile amidst the crackling flames of the fire training grounds, Calvin stood as a beacon of strength and guidance. His voice echoed with authority as he instructed the eager recruits who had embraced the fire element, their faces alight with determination and the glow of burning embers. Among them was Travis, a young soul whose presence was not born of desire but of necessity. The mastery of elements eluded him, and fire, the most forgiving of the elemental arts, became his reluctant choice.
Travis threw himself into the training with a fervor that belied his inner turmoil. His was a struggle not of the body, for his strength was unmatched, a towering pillar even among the seasoned. His muscles did not falter under the weight of Calvin's relentless drills, nor did his spirit wane in the fiery duels that crowned him the champion of sparring matches time and again.
Yet, for all his physical prowess, Travis harbored no frustration over his elemental ineptitude. His eyes, sharp and observant, were ever scanning, ever learning. It was during one such moment of quiet observation, his gaze wandering beyond the flickering dance of flames, that he caught sight of Levis. The swift departure from the library, the subtle haste in his step, it spoke volumes to Travis. Instinctively, he knew an unseen storm was brewing.
With a heart pounding against his chest, a silent alarm ringing in his ears, Travis excused himself from the training. Each stride was purposeful, eating away the distance between him and Levis. Questions clouded his mind, possibilities of what could have transpired to cause such a disturbance. He needed answers, and he would not rest until he found them. With the determination of a warrior and the concern of a friend, Travis rushed to meet Levis, ready to face whatever challenge lay ahead.