The grand hall of the royal palace shimmered under the light of enchanted chandeliers, casting flickering reflections onto the polished marble floor. King Argos sat upon his gilded throne, his expression heavy with thought. His fingers drummed lightly on the armrest, each tap resonating with the weight of the decisions before him. The war to the west continued to escalate, while the integration of Earth into Asdar loomed over his head like an ever-darkening storm.
A soft knock broke his concentration.
"Your Majesty, a visitor," the steward's voice rang out.
Argos turned his gaze. A short man entered—Professor Thorm, vice headmaster of Collision Academy, a man known for his sharp mind and even sharper political instincts.
Argos frowned, wondering what this was about. The academy was no stranger to power plays, and he suspected that Thorm's visit was no exception.
"State your purpose, Professor," Argos commanded, his voice calm yet commanding.
Thorm smiled, though there was something calculating in his eyes. "Your Majesty, I come with a request. A new student at the academy has awakened to the Royal attunement."
Argos's brows furrowed. Royal attunement? Only a few individuals in history had ever possessed such a gift. But Thorm's next words intrigued him further. "And that is not all. This student has decided to fuse his Royal attunement with other affinities—he has combined it with both Healing and Ice."
Argos's pulse quickened. This was not unprecedented— but fusing the Royal attunement with other affinities was an uncommon choice. The idea of blending such a potent force with something like Ice was risky, yet it could be powerful beyond measure.
"Why is this important to me?" Argos asked, his voice steady but holding an edge.
Thorm's smile deepened. "This boy, Your Majesty, has the potential to be more than just a student. He is a successor to T. The academy wants to mentor him, but I believe it would be wise for you to oversee his training, to ensure his potential doesn't fall into the wrong hands."
Argos's mind raced. T's successor? The legendary T, who had changed the course of history. If this boy possessed even a fraction of that power, he would be dangerous—especially with the Royal attunement fused to other affinities.
"Perhaps you're right," Argos muttered, weighing his options. He didn't want to see another political pull from the academy, using this boy as a pawn. But the idea of someone attempting to fuse the Royal attunement with other affinities—it was too important to ignore.
"I will personally oversee his training," Argos said, standing abruptly. "Prepare everything. I'll leave immediately."
The next day, Argos arrived at Collision Academy, his mind filled with determination. The weight of the decision hung on him like a cloak. He was shown into a private room, the air charged with the buzz of magic.
He didn't have to wait long. The door opened, and a young man entered—Silas.
The boy was scrawny but stood tall, exuding a quiet confidence that belied his youth. His pale blonde hair shimmered under the light, and his bright yellow eyes seemed to see through everything. There was something about him that felt different from the other students Argos had met.
Silas bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty," he said, his voice steady. "My name is Silas."
Argos studied him for a long moment, then activated his Wind King Magic. The room shifted as the air around him crackled, charged with the energy of the wind and the royal power that flowed through his veins. He allowed his aura to swell, filling the room with pressure. His presence grew larger, more intimidating.
Silas flinched but didn't break his stance. Argos could see the subtle shiver that ran through the boy, but his resolve was solid. Impressive, Argos thought. Most would have buckled under the weight of his aura.
"I am King Argos," he said, his voice carrying the weight of his position. "You've awakened to the Royal attunement, and you've chosen to fuse it with Healing and Ice. This is… unusual. You understand this is going to be quite an undertaking, don't you?"
Silas nodded, his yellow eyes steady. "I do, Your Majesty. I believe that by fusing my Royal attunement with other affinities, I can unlock abilities that others have yet to discover. I want to see what I can do with this combination."
Argos studied him carefully. Is he truly aware of what he's capable of? The boy's power was evident, but how would he wield it?
"I'm here to train you," Argos said, his tone firm. "Not just as a king, but as someone who understands the dangers of this power. You'll learn to control it, to use it, and to not let it control you."
Argos conjured an orb of Royal Magic—golden light swirling in his hand. "This is the essence of Royal Magic. I will help you attune to it. Focus on this orb, and try to replicate it."
Silas's hands trembled slightly as he reached out, focusing intently. The orb in his hand began to glow with a faint golden light, but something else swirled around it—a faint, ice-infused aura that echoed the royal magic.
Argos raised an eyebrow in surprise. The boy had already started to replicate the Royal Magic, but the ice magic was twisting around it, something uniquely his own. It was a testament to his potential.
"Impressive," Argos murmured. "You have the potential to be great, Silas. But this is just the beginning."
Silas looked up, his yellow eyes burning with determination. "I won't disappoint you, Your Majesty.""Finish your final attunement with the academy—Healing—but I will personally oversee your training from now on. Don't disappoint me."With that, Argos turned, his mind already moving forward. Silas had passed the first test, but the real challenge was only beginning. This boy could change everything...