The sun rose brightly over the Celestial Realm, its warm rays spilling into the twins' nursery. Ronan lay tangled in his blanket, half-asleep. Across from him, Liviya's golden curls spilled over the pillow.
Her lips quivered in a weak smile, as if chasing her dreams.
In a burst of excitement, Ronan slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. The soft carpet covered his little feet as he ran down the hallway, toward his favorite spot—the building's library.
The inky smell of parchment drew his attention. A colorful picture book was open on a low table, showing soldiers, dragons and castles. Ronan's eyes widened in amusement.
Grinning, he grabbed the book and hurried back to Liviya.
"Liviya!" he whispered, nudging her awake. "I found something amazing!"
She yawned, rubbing her eyes. "What is it, Nonan?"
"An adventure!" he exclaimed, holding the book up for her to see. "We'll fight dragons and save the princess!"
Her sleepy gaze brightened. "I wanna be the princess!"
"Okay! I'll be the knight, and we'll go on a quest!"
Before they could dive into the story, the door creaked open, revealing Cyrus with a smile. "What's all this noise, my little stars?"
"Daddy, we're knights!" Liviya giggled. "And we need a king!"
Cyrus chuckled, kneeling beside them. "A king, hmm? Well, if I'm the king, who will be the queen?"
Elara's voice drifted from the doorway. "Did I hear someone looking for a queen?" She entered with a playful smile, sitting down next to the twins.
"Mommy, you can help us defeat the dragon!" Ronan said eagerly.
The library filled with playful banter as the four of them crafted their story. Cyrus declared their battle plan with grand gestures, while Elara added wisdom at crucial moments.
"Now, what will be our battle cry?" Cyrus asked with a grin.
"Onward to victory!" the twins shouted, their voices ringing with delight.
Their adventure unfolded with every turn of the page, but beyond the laughter, the bond between them grew deeper—strengthened not by magic, but by love.
The Awakening
The imperial garden lay quiet beneath the morning sun, the golden leaves of the starlight trees shimmering gently in the breeze. It was the twins' fifth birthday, and something ancient stirred within the air—a presence waiting to be unlocked.
Cyrus and Elara stood with their children beneath the radiant canopy, knowing the moment had come.
Ronan felt a pulse deep within him, like the beat of a distant star. Heat spread through his small frame, settling behind his eyes with an overwhelming weight. His breath hitched.
"Let it flow, Ronan," Elara murmured, placing a steadying hand on his shoulder.
Beside him, Liviya's hands flickered with soft blue sparks. She gasped in awe, then grinned as the grass around her rippled and danced under her command. With a flick of her wrist, a fallen leaf floated into the air, as though she had psychic powers.
Cyrus crouched beside Ronan. "Your gift is different, son. You hold the authority over all powers. To use them, you must call upon them by name."
Ronan's small brow furrowed as he tried to understand. Slowly, he raised a hand and whispered, "Authority of the God of Winds."
A playful breeze whirled around them, rustling the leaves and carrying the scent of flowers. Birds took flight, and Liviya twirled in the wind, giggling with delight.
"I did it..." Ronan whispered, wide-eyed.
"And I can do this!" Liviya chimed, reversing gravity for a moment. Water from a nearby fountain floated in midair before splashing back into the basin.
Cyrus smiled. "Remember, your powers are not toys. They exist to protect and create, not to boast or harm."
Elara brushed her hand through Ronan's hair, her voice gentle. "Just because you can bend the world doesn't mean you should, my love."
The weight of those words settled deep within Ronan's heart. Power wasn't just a gift—it was a burden, one he'd carry with every choice he made.
He glanced at Liviya, her bright laughter filling the garden. Squeezing her hand, he whispered, "Together."
"Always," Liviya replied with a grin, her blue sparks flickering softly.
The twins shared a look, knowing without words that they would face the unknown side by side.
The Banquet
The celestial banquet hall shimmered with life as divine beings gathered beneath the open sky. Godlings played among clouds that formed mazes in the air, and flowers sang softly when touched. Laughter echoed throughout the garden attached to the hall, creating an atmosphere of joy and celebration.
At the entrance, Ronan stood quietly, scanning the gathering. His blue eyes searched for only one person—Liviya.
She was easy to spot, glowing with happiness as she played among other godlings. Her curls bounced with every step, sparks of gravity magic flickering around her hands as she twisted the air into playful shapes.
Ronan's heart felt warm watching her. She was radiant, her joy uncontainable. She looked so happy with the others. It's better this way. I'll just watch.
Wandering toward the edge of the garden, Ronan spotted a towering starlight tree. He ran his hand over the rough bark, its texture grounding him.
Without hesitation, he began to climb. Higher and higher he went, until he found a comfortable spot on a thick branch overlooking the entire banquet. From there, he could see everything the Banquet , most importantly, Liviya.
He leaned back against the trunk, letting the cool breeze ruffle his hair. A sense of peace washed over him. This is good, he thought, closing his eyes. I'll stay here. I'll always be close enough to help... but I won't get in her way.
And with that thought, he drifted into a light nap, cradled by the branches of the starlight tree.
From the grand balcony, Elara and Cyrus watched the banquet unfold below. Liviya danced among the godlings, her laughter bright and carefree.
"She's always been so full of life," Elara whispered, her eyes soft with affection.
Cyrus nodded, but his gaze searched the garden. "Yes... but where's Ronan?"
Elara's smile faded as she followed her husband's gaze. "He's not with her?"
"There," Cyrus murmured, pointing toward the starlight tree.
Elara spotted their son nestled among the branches, half-hidden in shadow. A sigh escaped her lips, a mixture of love and sadness.
"He's been doing that more often," Cyrus said quietly. "Drifting away, watching from afar. He doesn't seem comfortable with the other children."
Elara's heart ached. "He tries so hard to stay close to Liviya... but always from a distance."
Cyrus placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "He's not like the others, Elara. Carrying the authority of all gods... it's a heavy burden, even for a child."
Elara leaned into her husband. "I just wish I knew how to help him."
"We'll give him time," Cyrus whispered. "And space. He'll figure it out."
Together, they stood in silence, watching as Ronan slept high above the world, hidden in the starlight tree.
"He has a good heart," Elara whispered.
"And he'll find his way," Cyrus said with quiet certainty. "Until then, we'll be here, whenever he's ready."