It was an ordinary day, but Kael felt a growing unease. While working in the fields with his father, he finally decided to ask:
— Why all the training, father? I mean, the village is peaceful. It doesn't seem like we're going to need to fight.
Arden sighed, leaning against a tree. He crossed his arms, his expression growing serious.
— Kael, the world is ruled by forces that you don't yet understand. There is a fragile balance, and it can break at any moment. When that happens, you need to be ready.
Kael furrowed his brow.
— You talk as if I'm important in this balance thing.
— You are. — Arden replied, with a firmness that made Kael swallow hard. — You carry a legacy, Kael. Something that could change the fate of many.
That night, the family gathered around the fireplace. Nerissa, with her always enigmatic tone, decided to share a bit more of her story.
— When I was the eighth among the Eleven Sovereigns, — she began, gazing into the flames. — The demon world was a field of intrigue and betrayal. Surviving required more than brute strength. I learned to manipulate the board to my advantage.
Kael watched his mother with admiration and a touch of curiosity. He knew she was powerful, but he never imagined her in such a high position.
— And now? — He asked. — Do you miss it?
Nerissa shook her head.
— No. My priority now is you. And I would do anything to protect you.
Before bed, Kael had a private moment with each of his parents. Arden placed his hand on his son's shoulder and said:
— Be strong, not just in body, but in heart. A true warrior knows when to fight and when to retreat.
Nerissa gave him a small amulet.
— This is more than a protection. It's a reminder of how much you are loved.
Kael held the amulet tightly, feeling a mix of gratitude and apprehension.