People have been searching for the truth since the beginning of time, and on their way to do so, they encountered many obstacles. Selfishness and greed were among them—a person's curiosity towards something unknown, trying to reach it no matter the cost, not caring about others, thinking only of making his way towards what he wants. Because of that, war arises, and with it, suffering is created, so that the judge is death. Their greed makes them deeply attached to life; they do not want to leave this world, so they compete for the highest positions, and the phenomenon of authority, power, rule, and class arises.
He muttered in a low voice with a small, stifled smile, "What is it that you control and think is the highest thing?" He raised his head until his chin appeared, his neck leaning slightly towards his shoulder.
The person opposite him was holding a sword with a bright white aura. His gaze was cold, and he calmly answered, "Strength?"
He raised his hands and shouted loudly, "It is true that it is power! It is the supreme authority that makes everyone fall under your feet and trample on them as you wish. It is the key to everything."
When his eyes appeared clearly, they were bright brown with a wide and sharp gaze. His medium-length black hair covered his flapping ears. His loose black clothing gave the impression that he was a follower of darkness and nothing else. Was he good or bad? There was nothing to show for it in his appearance. He raised his sword with his left hand, a dark black aura surrounding it. He headed towards the person, who was only visible by his very bright white sword. They collided with each other. Fine fragments scattered due to the sparks of the collision. Everything around them was erased with a single clash—the distance could not bear the conflicting force.
Everything faded away. Elsewhere in the room, a boy who looked to be around 12 years old woke up. He was covered in sweat and looked at his pillow quietly. He muttered, "The same dream again. Who are those two people, and why do I feel connected to the person with the clear features? I'm really tired of this nightmare." He was an athletic boy with a slim body and soft, medium-length black hair that reached his neck, revealing a little of his forehead. His brown eyes shone when they caught the warm sunlight.
He cleaned his room, then headed to the common room. It was simple, indicating that his family was from the middle social class. The dining table was in the middle of the open room with four chairs. Sitting in one of them was a little girl. She had long hair and cute features. She got down from the chair and quickly headed towards him, speaking in a cute, childish voice. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was open, showing all her teeth, indicating her great happiness at seeing that person, even though this happened daily. "My brother Ethan, good morning! My mother and I prepared the fried pancakes that you love." She was smiling as she looked at him. He lifted her high and then said in a calm tone, "It's really good that I have a cute sister who takes care of me, little Nair." He lowered his sister after hearing her cute voice. "Come on, son, sit down for breakfast." Her features were like the warm spring sun to him, with her soft hair combed to the left side. He looked at her and then said, "Yes, mother."
After he finished his breakfast, he cleaned the table with his little sister, Nair. He was waving the broom and thinking about his training, which would keep him away from his mother, Sara, and his sister for some time. He wanted to catch up with his older brother, Nevar, so that he would be proud of them. He was thinking about how the academy and the main castle in the empire, Radius, would be. He shook his head right and left quickly, then muttered to himself, "Everything will come in its time; there is no need to think too much." He quickly stared towards the door when he heard someone's footsteps. He knew whose footsteps they were—the person he had waited for six years had returned. He threw the broom and ran towards the door...