Eli's curiosity deepened.
"What secrets did my ancestors protect?" Eli asked.
Kaidën's gaze turned introspective.
"Aethereia's ancient magic. Your ancestors hid the knowledge within the mortal realm."
Eli's eyes widened.
"Why?"
Kaidën's voice dropped to a whisper.
"To prevent Lyra's kin from exploiting Aethereia's power."
Eli's mind reeled.
"My ancestors were guardians?"
Kaidën nodded.
"Sworn to protect Aethereia's secrets."
Eli's pride swelled.
"I want to learn more."
Kaidën smiled.
"I'll teach you."
As they delved into Eli's ancestral history, the refuge's hidden library revealed ancient texts.
Eli's fingers traced the pages.
"Incredible," Eli breathed.
Kaidën chuckled.
"You have a natural affinity."
Their study was interrupted by a soft whisper.
"Elianor."
Eli's heart skipped a beat.
"Who's there?" Eli asked.
A figure emerged from the shadows.
"Aethon, your ancestor."
Eli's eyes widened.
"Aethon?"
Aethon's smile was warm.
"I've watched over you, Elianor."