Narrator's POV
Eavan?" Mark's worried voice echoed through the chambers. A day had passed, and the Skyhill temple was slowly regaining its former splendor, standing tall once again. Despite the hectic day everyone experienced, Eavan remained silent and distant, caught in moments of contemplation that left Mark deeply concerned for his brother.
"I have committed a grave error, brother," Eavan confessed, his head bowed in shame. Mark was startled by Eavan's admission, feeling a pang of sorrow for his brother. However, he couldn't bring himself to reveal the truth about the night's events, where Eavan unknowingly played a part in defaming Kali.
=FLASHBACK=
In a secluded chamber lay the unconscious Kali, unaware of the impending tragedy awaiting him. Adorned in a delicate robe, his vulnerable form exuded an air of defenselessness, tempting any onlooker with desires of power and dominion. Approaching footsteps signaled an arrival, as a man with a striking appearance entered the room, his hazel eyes betraying a hint of regret and hesitation.
"I'm sorry, Kali, but this is necessary to safeguard Eavan," Mark whispered regretfully to the slumbering figure, emanating a somber tone.
Alert to an approaching presence, Mark cloaked himself with light magic, concealing his presence. As the door opened and shut, secured by a luminous sword, the man's gaze softened upon spotting Kali, the subject of his newfound sentiments. Taking a seat beside the unconscious figure, bearing scars from the Fire Gem's torment, he expressed his remorse for failing to shield Kali from Queen Antonia and vowed to protect him from future harm.
Witnessing Eavan's actions, Mark was struck by a mix of shock and awe. Kali's magnetic appearance was undeniable, yet watching Eavan, typically stoic, display empathy and affection stirred unexpected warmth within Mark. His realization of Eavan's capacity to love was overshadowed by the realization of whom Eavan harbored feelings for and the impending consequences.
"I apologize, brother," Mark murmured softly. Abruptly, Eavan rose at the sound, only to succumb to the sleeping powder administered by Mark, falling unconscious with a thud. Mark's heart constricted with the knowledge that his actions would sow discord and separation between the two brothers, fueled by resentment and deception.
Unlocking the chamber with Eavan's enchanted sword, Mark revealed a man waiting outside with grave intent.
"Do it swiftly. Leave visible marks and confine him within," Mark instructed gravely, escorting both Eavan and the divine sword out of the chamber.
Mark stood just outside the chamber as Eavan lay unconscious beneath the tree. Every sound of impact and pleasure reverberated through Mark, each one a dagger to his heart. After an agonizing hour, the man emerged from the chamber, satisfied and grateful to Mark, declining the offered gold coins as he relished the experience. Mark began his plan, returning Eavan to the chamber and using his Light Magic to create illusions within Eavan's mind, manipulating his memories to believe he defiled Kali. Mark hoped that upon awakening, Eavan would feel relieved that it was a mere illusion, driven by fleeting desires, and forget the falsehood of the rogue. But it was a futile hope.
With the dawn's arrival, Mark remained steadfast beside the tree, unwavering. As the chamber door opened, Eavan emerged, his ocean eyes filled with regret and distress, leaving Mark wide-eyed at the sight. He had never seen Eavan in such turmoil.
"D-don't t-tell m-me, he had really fallen in love with Kali?" Mark stammered, watching Eavan hastily depart and run, tears glistening on his profile, raw and unfiltered.
"What have I done?" Mark pondered, consumed by regret.
Later, Kali's exhausted molten silver eyes fluttered open, revealing weariness and pain. A sharp ache permeated his body, intensified at his back, a hollow emptiness consuming him, the weight of loss gnawing within him—an overwhelming sense of violation and desolation. Struggling to rise, searing pain forced him to kneel, his body marked with bite marks and crimson imprints, a brutal violation leaving him shattered. As his once unblemished skin now bore the evidence of brutality, Kali grappled with despair, his essence marred by a unfathomable degradation.
A bone-chilling scream of agony and fury escaped Kali's lips as he grappled with torment and devastation, tears streaming down his face as he confronted the profound sense of violation and helplessness. Each strike against the wooden floor echoed his anguish, a tangible representation of his shattered being in the wake of degradation and unknown violation.
In the midst of his torment, saliva trailing from his lips, Kali's efforts to cleanse himself from the profound contamination left him in anguish, tainted by a darkness that enveloped him. His ragged breaths hung heavy in the air as turmoil engulfed his spirit, grappling with the stark reality of his sudden descent into defilement.
"Why have you done this to me?" Kali's anguished cry reverberated, a desperate plea laden with fury and resolve as he vowed retribution against the source of his suffering, fueled by a deep-seated rage.
Mark, unable to bear witness to the aftermath of his actions, departed from the scene.
=END OF FLASHBACK=
With a reassuring tone, Mark replied, "It's not your fault."
"You don't understand anything," Eavan coldly retorted, turning away before swiftly departing.
Alone in the hallway, Mark watched Eavan's retreating figure, murmuring to himself, "Trust me, I know more than you realize."
At the Palace of Zephyrthorn, a magnificent testament to the elemental power of Wind, towers with grandeur. Overlooking rolling hills and endless skies, where whispers of ancient wisdom ride gentle breezes. The architecture, mirroring the fluidity of wind, boasts graceful arches and airy corridors that seem to dance with every gust.
Intricate carvings adorn the palace walls, depicting swirling winds and ethereal spirits, honoring the forces shaping the kingdom. Tapering spires crowned with wind chimes serenade the heavens, harmonizing with the ever-changing breeze. The gardens bloom with delicate blossoms swaying in rhythm with the wind, their iridescent petals glistening like silk in the moon's glow.
Within the palace's halls, the air thrums with murmurs of wind, carrying scents of distant lands and the allure of adventure. Moonbeams filter through stained glass, casting vibrant hues on marble floors.
On the highest floor, a solitary figure stands on an open balcony—the future ruler, Young Prince Kali Giacomazzi. Clad in a floor-length dress of silver and faint blue silk, intricately embroidered to accentuate his slender form.
Kali's gaze, contemplative under the moon's glow, reflects on his journey from weakness to possibly becoming one of the strongest Gifted. He muses on his transformation from a frail prince to the prospective Queen of Zephyrthorn.
"Mother, guide me so I may not err again and be consumed by anger and resentment," Kali whispered to the glittering stars above.
"Requip," Kali invoked, his hands glowing with silver light, transforming into elbow-length gloves of metallic fabric, radiating a moonlit sheen. These gloves, snug and elegant, imbued a sense of refinement and sophistication.
"In this manner, I won't recoil from touch, carrying the burden of defilement with me. It's time to progress, one step at a time. Dwelling in the past will only hinder progress," Kali reflected, eyeing his covered hands before a memory stirred within his mind.
=FLASHBACK=
"Mother? You asked for my presence?" A soft voice echoed. Queen Ophelia turned to her youngest son, Prince Kali Giacomazzi.
Kali, with soft silver locks cascading over his skin, exuded a delicate glow. His face radiated exquisite femininity that surpassed mortal beauty.
His features were meticulously sculpted, with prominent cheekbones and perfectly heart-shaped lips, boasting a subtle curvature that allured stolen glances and lingering desires.
Kali's eyes, resembling pools of molten silver, sparkled with a captivating mystery. Long, dark lashes framed his bewitching gaze, enchanting all who met his eyes.
As Kali spoke, his physique embodied a graceful allure, emanating feminine charm that ignited hearts with passion.
"Oh, my dear child, how is your training going?" Queen Ophelia inquired affectionately. Kali smiled and rested his hand on the balcony railing.
"I'm still weak, Mother. I could only do one spell, and my magic only lasts for a minute before my body exhausts," Kali replied solemnly, his silver eyes downcast. The Queen gently cupped his cheeks and turned his face towards her.
"Don't think negatively, Kali. Your stamina has improved, albeit slowly," the Queen smiled. Kali returned the smile, and the Queen took his hand while Kali sighed.
"It's frustrating, Mother, that my progress is slow. I feel I have the lowest Mana capacity among all living Gifteds. I fear I am not worthy to be called noble," Kali relayed, teary-eyed, his silver eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Kali, listen. You are strong. You are on par with our General. He even complimented you, saying you could take his job," the Queen comforted.
=END OF FLASHBACK=
A cold breeze whispered into Kali's ear, as if the wind itself embraced him from behind. "You have come a long way, my son. Mama is proud of you," a familiar and comforting voice spoke, etched in Kali's memory.
"Mom?" Kali cried out with a broken voice, a hand clasped over his mouth, suffocating his anguish, the echoes of his muffled cry resonating through the balcony.
"Kali?" a melodic voice inquired, drawing Kali's gaze. His silk dress, in silver and faint blue hues, elegantly swayed with his movements, embroidered intricately to accentuate his slender figure.
With a hoarse voice, Kali confided in Eudoxia, "Eudoxia, I'm scared."
Eudoxia approached Kali, gently taking his concealed hands within hers. "I understand the weight on your shoulders, but you are the beacon of hope for your kingdom and those seeking salvation," she reassured.
Looking skyward, Kali hesitated to release his hands from Eudoxia's grasp, moving to the railings as he muttered, "You have something to tell me, don't you?" Eudoxia kept her hands behind her back, gazing at the starlit night sky.
"Chrono Vision? You have transcended the Oracle Rank to become a Sovereign. The Air Gem acknowledges you as the Sovereign of Gale, yet you claim to be the Sovereign of Chaos. What role will you choose?" Eudoxia inquired.
"Sovereign of the Gale and Chaos," Kali solemnly replied. Eudoxia sighed before speaking again.
With unwavering resolve, Eudoxia revealed, "Once I crown you and you accept the Air Gem, there are new directives you must adhere to, in order to receive my blessing and ascend as the true Queen of Zephyrthorn."
Nodding in understanding, Kali met Eudoxia's sapphire eyes and asked, "What are they?"
"You will learn them tomorrow, so I advise you to accept this directive," Eudoxia replied.
The next day, the Zephernians were abuzz with the sudden announcement of the throne's succession to a new Queen. Borders were sealed, and all were invited to witness the ceremony within the grand halls of the royal palace. The opulent architecture and splendor of the Zephyrthorn Kingdom reflected in the celebratory atmosphere, radiating regal grace and historic richness.
As guests entered through towering silver and blue gates adorned with powerful symbols, they were welcomed into an oasis of elegance within the courtyard. Lush gardens and vibrant fountains created a serene backdrop, while fragrant blooms added a touch of natural beauty to the festivities.
Inside the palace, soaring ceilings embellished with intricate designs and illuminated by radiant chandeliers set a grand stage, where tapestries and artifacts celebrated the kingdom's legacy. The main hall, bathed in a dazzling array of crystal lights and luxurious décor, hosted an array of musicians and performers, enchanting guests with captivating melodies and performances, as the celebration unfolded in a grand display of majesty and tradition.
The crowning ceremony unfolded within the palace, a lavish affair adorned with tables set with exquisite china, glistening silverware, and delicate crystal glassware. Renowned chefs had prepared an array of delectable dishes, from tantalizing appetizers to sumptuous main courses and decadent desserts, each a feast for the senses, captivating both the eyes and the palate.
Laughter and animated conversation filled the air, interwoven with the harmonious melodies serenading the guests.
"Eavan, ensure that your hood remains in place so no one recognizes us," Mark whispered in a hushed tone as Eavan stood frozen in his hiding spot.
Mark grew puzzled and concerned as they needed to retrieve Kali and return him to Skyhill. They found themselves in Zephyrthorn, bewildered by the throngs of people within the palace hindering their mission.
"What are you looking at, Eavan?" Mark queried, approaching his brother to follow his gaze. Eyes widening, they observed the unfolding events with rapt attention.
"The long-lost Young Prince of the Kingdom, his highness Prince Kali Giacomazzi," boomed the announcer's voice.
Amidst the palpable anticipation, Kali made his grand entrance, his striking silver hair cascading like liquid moonlight, accentuating his piercing silver eyes shrouded in an air of mystique. His divine beauty was unrivaled, a captivating presence that exuded elegance and allure.
Kali had meticulously prepared for this moment, epitomizing elegance and charm in every move. His appearance exuded perfection in every aspect, evoking a sense of pride within King Michael as he witnessed his brother's transformation.
Clad in an exquisite gown, the silver fabric draped effortlessly around Kali's slender frame, enhancing his graceful contours and majestic presence. The gown, a masterpiece of silver silk intertwined with delicate blue lace, radiated a celestial glow, accentuating his ethereal charisma.
The bodice hugged his frame with precision, adorned with tiny crystals that shimmered like stars, illuminating his regal poise. The flowing skirt, intricately detailed with blue lace motifs, told a tale of celestial enchantment, dancing harmoniously with his every step.
As Kali traversed the stage, the gown's silver beadwork caught the light, casting a celestial radiance that surrounded him in a luminous haze. The open back design, embellished with delicate lace, revealed a glimpse of his flawless skin, leaving onlookers in awe of his divine beauty.
Crowning his ensemble was a tiara adorned with moonstones, nestled elegantly in his silver locks, harmonizing with his ethereal appearance and exuding regal sophistication. Each step he took, guided by silver heels crafted with intricate details, exuded an air of grandeur and elegance, captivating all who beheld him.
Kali's entrance was a spectacle to behold, leaving an indelible mark on the memories of all present. His ethereal presence, radiating grace and charisma, captivated every gaze in the room, rendering him a celestial being among mortals.
As Kali stepped onto the stage, the throne loomed behind him, a majestic tribute to the whims of the wind, reigning supreme in the grand hall. Crafted with sculpted stone, every curve and contour mirrored the graceful dance of swirling gusts. The seat, a marvel of craftsmanship and enchantment, was carved from the purest crystals, sparkling with an otherworldly brilliance that reflected the play of light in a mesmerizing dance. Each facet of the crystal seat whispered ancient secrets and forgotten magic, beckoning only the deserving to partake in its journey of dreams and mysteries. The throne embodied not just power but elemental elegance, a nexus where nature and magic converged harmoniously, awaiting the worthy to ascend.
Beside the throne stood Michael, the crown of their realm in his hands. Resting upon a velvet cushion, the crown commanded attention with its swirling sapphire winds sculpted in gold, each curve and crest promising power. The open wings, ethereal and shimmering, held a dazzling array of gemstones, pulsing with an inner light that cast a spellbinding play of colors across the chamber.
"My dear Zephyrnians," Eudoxia's voice resonated through the hall, "today marks a historic moment in our kingdom's legacy. Here we witness the passing of leadership and the bestowal of profound responsibility."
All eyes turned to Kali, his demeanor serious yet composed.
With a tranquil reverence, Eudoxia approached Kali, her hands aglow with a blue magical circle bearing a floating Gem. "Kali, scion of the Zephyrthorn Kingdom," she declared, "I entrust you with this sacred gem, a symbol of lineage and duty to our realm."
As Eudoxia spoke, the Air Gem glowed and ascended from her care, circling Kali before levitating above him. With his gloved hands extended, Kali opened his palms, allowing the Air Gem to land gracefully, transferring its power to him. A blue magic circle manifested around the suspended gem, momentarily illuminating Kali's eyes before fading.
In a resounding voice, Eudoxia proclaimed, "Whosoever possesses the Air Gem shall wield the winds of change. Blessed with keen perception and a swift mind, they must carry an unburdened heart, soaring to new heights. The skies are their domain, tasked with bringing harmony and enlightenment to all."
Continuing her declaration, Eudoxia emphasized, "The bearer of the Air Gem shall bear the weight of sacrifice. Surrendering personal desires for the greater good, they must embody selflessness. Embracing sacrifice, their priority shall be serving others before oneself, as the winds of change demand selfless dedication."
Kali took a deep breath before speaking, "I vow to never trade the Air Gem for anything, and I will give my all to strengthen the kingdom once more. I promise to prioritize the realm's well-being over my own, even if it costs me my life."
Eudoxia smiled and announced, "But that's not all, for the Gifted before you, Kali, has surpassed the Oracle Rank, and I now declare Kali as a Sovereign."
Gasps and amazement filled the room upon hearing Eudoxia's proclamation. The Zephernians rejoiced, witnessing the Air Gem once again allowing itself to be wielded and their new Sovereign being a rank never before achieved in the history of the Cultivation world. Zephyrthorn was destined to rise as the strongest kingdom of all.
With a smile, Eudoxia continued, "I declare Kali as the Sovereign of the Gale. May you harness your power for the greater good, Sovereign."
The Sovereign of the Gale serves as a champion of the gods or a conduit of magic, entrusted with commanding the mighty winds. Their duty entails upholding the balance between elements, safeguarding the world from storms and tempests. Symbolizing freedom, agility, and the raw power of the wind, the Sovereign of the Gale embodies untamed power.
Eudoxia gestured for Kali to ascend the stairs towards the throne, joining him as they faced the crowd. Kneeling, Kali allowed Eudoxia to remove the tiara from his head, while Michael placed the magnificent crown upon Kali's brow. Rising with poise, Kali confidently addressed the audience.
Michael's voice resonated with pride and joy, "I present to you, Your new ruler, Your new Queen. Queen Kali Giacomazzi."
"Long Live Queen Kali!" Eudoxia cheered, prompting the crowd to join in celebration of the momentous occasion.
Meanwhile, Mark and Eavan remained rooted to their spots, stunned by the unfolding events before them.
"Eavan's mind raced with disbelief, 'Kali? Queen? Without a husband?"
Mark's thoughts echoed his perplexity, "How is this possible? Kali, a prince, now the Queen of Zephyrthorn?!' Caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, they realized their mission had become more challenging, with the rogue they sought to capture now reigning as Queen.