The sun rose over the bustling village, its warm rays painting the thatched roofs in hues of gold. At the heart of the settlement, a grand house stood apart from the rest, its walls adorned with banners bearing the insignia of the local militia. This was the home of General Thorne, commander of the village's personal army and respected leader of the community.
From within the house burst a young man, his infectious laughter ringing through the morning air. This was Oliver, though he knew himself only as Kai, the beloved son of General Thorne and his wife. His eyes sparkled with mischief and joy as he bounded down the steps, waving cheerfully to the workers beginning their daily routines.
"Good morning, everyone," Kai called out, his smile bright enough to rival the sun itself. He was feeling good, maybe because he finally figured how to use a spell, or learnt a new one
The workers returned his greetings warmly. Kai's perpetual optimism and friendly nature had endeared him to all, from the youngest child to the oldest elder.
As he made his way through the village, he stopped to help an old woman with her heavy basket, shared a joke with the blacksmith, and playfully ruffled the hair of a group of children running past.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the village, Ray and Nyxara watched the scene unfold with mixed emotions.
"He seems so... carefree," Nyxara observed, a note of concern in her voice. "How can this be the warrior prince we once knew."
Ray's expression was thoughtful. "The essence remains, Nyxara. The core of who Oliver was still resides within him. But this life, these experiences, they have shaped him in new ways. Perhaps this joy, this lightness of spirit, is exactly what he needs to face the challenges ahead."
As they spoke, a shimmer in the air caught Ray's attention. A familiar energy, one he had not felt in years, began to coalesce before them. Ray's eyes widened in recognition and alarm.
"No," he whispered. "Not now. Not yet."
But the will of Orton herself would not be denied. The shimmer grew into a swirling vortex, its edges pulsing with essence and chaos power. Ray felt an irresistible pull, his very essence resonating with the call of his creator.
"Nyxara," Ray called out, his form already beginning to fade. "You must watch over him. Guide him. The time is coming when he will need to remember."
The Red Knight reached out, but her hand passed through Ray's increasingly insubstantial form. "But how," she cried. "How can I prepare him alone."
Ray's last words echoed as he was drawn into the vortex, back to the sanctuary of Portum, "Trust in his heart, Nyxara. The prince we knew is still there, waiting to awaken."
And then he was gone, leaving Nyxara alone to face the monumental task before her.
In the village, oblivious to the cosmic drama unfolding nearby, Kai continued his rounds. He made his way to the village square, where a group of young apprentices were practicing their magic under the watchful eye of the local mage.
Magic in this world was not as advanced as Orton primitive and unpredictable compared to the refined powers of Orton. The villagers viewed it with a mixture of awe and worship, Yet even in this backward system, Kai had shown an uncanny aptitude, his innate connection to the cosmic energies of his true heritage manifesting in surprising ways.
"Hey there, Master Eldrin," Kai called out to the village mage. "How goes the lesson today."
The old mage smiled warmly at the young man. "Ah, Kai. Perhaps you'd like to demonstrate for the students. Show them that fire trick you figured out last week."
Kai grinned and stepped forward. With a casual wave of his hand, a small flame sprang to life in his palm. The apprentices gasped in awe. Such control was rare in their village, where magic was often wild and dangerous.
As Kai manipulated the flame, making it dance and swirl, Nyxara watched from the shadows. She saw in that simple act echoes of the power Oliver had once wielded, the perfect balance of Fury strength and Pure Blood control.
Suddenly, a commotion at the village gates drew everyones attention. General Thorne rode in at the head of a small detachment, his face grim.
"Kai," he called out, spotting his son in the square. "Come quickly. We have received reports of strange creatures attacking nearby villages. We must prepare our defenses."
The flame in Kais hand winked out as his expression turned serious. "Of course, Father. What can I do to help."
As father and son hurried off to plan the villages defense, Nyxara felt a chill run down her spine. She recognized the signs, the echoes of a threat she had hoped would never reach this peaceful world.
"Thalrix," she whispered to herself. "Youve found us at last."
The wheel of fate had begun to turn. The carefree days of Kais youth were coming to an end. Soon, he would be forced to confront the destiny that had been waiting for him across lifetimes and realities.
Nyxara straightened her shoulders, resolve hardening her features. She may be alone in her vigil now, but she would not fail in her duty. Oliver, the prince of Orton, the last hope of a shattered world, would rise again. And she would be there to guide him every step of the way.
As night fell over the village, the first howls of Thalrixs otherworldly minions could be heard in the distance.
"I can't hold on anylonger" Nyxara said as she attempted to go in and awaken Kai's memory by force.
"You will do no such things" a figure separated her. She wore long white flowing gown, phoenix like eye, and a long hair that reaches her waist, she was the type of person you would see and agree to be a goddess.
"Blake?" Nyxara asked surprised. She hadn't seen Blake since the destruction of Orton, Nyxara thought she must of gone back to Orton herself.
"I didn't go back,the main body doesn't need me" she said as she looked down towards Kai's room.
Nyxara stooped, she knew that Blake words where the words of Orton. Nyxara met Blake during her initiation as a fay to a Ortanian (a sacrifice that all red knight not of Pureblood is ment to undertake) Nyxara was taken to Portum then in her soul form, a place where she knew to be hidden even in Portum. Portum was believed to be an endless world, no one knew how truly big it was. Blake, a clone of The chaos being Orton, was supposed to oversee each ritual being carried out, and was supposed to enforce the rules in Portum, but she followed Nyxara out of there, and has since, been teaching her spells and magic skills.
"Orton willed it" Blake seems to sense Nyxara disapproval "I am just a clone, I can't go against her" she explained. "You must let him grow, and make his own decisions. His fate is already tied to this world, all you can do is teach him to hone his skills and strength, but you must not interfere, in whatever he does" Blake warned before fading away.
Nyxara knew she wasn't gone, Blake resides inside of her, and she could communicate with her, but now is not the time.
"There is a kingdom here, I just need to go the capital and talk to the King in charge. There is no way he will defy the words of an Ortanian " Nyxara said as she looked once more in Oliver's direction, stretching her hand, she summoned Oliver's red sword and threw it right in his coutyard, then she bid farewell.