## POV: Elyon/Nael
After a long period of unconsciousness, I woke up in a soft bed, the familiar smell of polished wood and the faint scent of lavender that Celestia used filling the air. Beside me, she slept peacefully, her golden hair spread across the pillow. As I watched her serene face, a whirlwind of emotions filled my chest. The sensation of being able to move my toes again brought me a joy I hadn't felt in so long, like rediscovering a vital part of myself. However, this joy was quickly overshadowed by painful memories of rejecting the serum that could have changed our fate forever.
As I tried to process everything, my mother woke up, her eyes meeting mine, revealing a mixture of concern and relief that made my heart race. "Elyon…" she whispered, her voice soft, as if afraid to break the moment.
"Nael," I corrected, firmly reasserting my identity. Celestia's expression shifted from incredulity to a mix of confusion and determination, and in that moment, I realized how much the name meant to her.
"How long have I been unconscious?" I asked, trying to break the tension that hung in the air while I looked around the room, still semi-strange yet vaguely familiar.
"Not long, just a day. Can you explain why you lost consciousness?" The seriousness in her tone revealed how worried she was, as if the whole world were watching us.
"I wanted to stimulate my stem cells to regain mobility. And, from what I see, I succeeded," I explained, a thread of guilt weaving through her gaze. I didn't want my desire for answers to leave her so anxious.
"Promise me one thing: you will never try to do that again," she insisted, her look firm and determined, blending maternal authority with genuine concern. The weight of her request hovered in the air like a dark cloud.
"If that matters to you so much, I promise I won't take it lightly," I replied, trying to lighten the mood. But, in reality, her worry hit me in a way I couldn't quite describe, as if she were handing me a piece of her soul.
## POV: Celestia
Looking at Elyon, my heart swelled with an overwhelming love. I remembered the watch I had given him when he was discharged, a gift that represented not just the passage of time, but also hope. It monitored his physical condition, and the thought that he might be deteriorating again sent me into a panic. When I realized his health was declining, my world began to crumble. I called Mary in a frenzy, and upon arriving at the laboratory and finding him unconscious, my heart felt shattered. I decided he would never go back to that place.
After bringing him home, the soft light of dusk filled the room, and the sense that everything was well remained fragile. I couldn't bring myself to leave his side, and I eventually fell asleep, my mind swirling with fears and hopes. When I finally woke up and saw Elyon trying to move his feet, a wave of happiness washed over me, as if a light had ignited in the darkness.
"You did it, my love!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my emotions. Seeing my son regain his legs was one of the most memorable moments of my life, a blessing I had never dared to hope for.
## POV: Nael
As the days passed, I realized that I had not only regained mobility but had also undergone an astonishing transformation. My strength, speed, and even the speed of my thought seemed to have tripled. The sensation of being able to run and jump felt like a breath of life, an explosion of energy coursing through every part of my body. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a new me: my skin, which once carried a dull tone, now glowed in the light, and my eyes seemed to reflect the sky after a storm, filled with color and life.
On that sunny morning, as I slipped into a long-sleeved shirt and jeans, a newfound confidence began to grow within me. I started to explore this side of myself that I had previously ignored. "What if I dress a little differently?" I thought, grabbing a stylish pair of glasses I found at the back of a drawer. This was the new Nael, and I was starting to like him.
I went downstairs for dinner, and as I entered the kitchen, the comforting aroma of a freshly prepared dish enveloped me like a warm embrace. "What do you think about studying at a private school?" Celestia asked, her anxious gaze mapping my reactions.
"What do I think? I don't care!" I replied dismissively, but I quickly noticed the hurt expression that crossed her face.
"How so?" She dropped her cutlery, surprise etched across her features.
"The food is delicious," I said, trying to ease the tension, but a heavy silence hung between us.
"Don't dodge the question," she insisted, gazing at me intensely as if piercing through my resistance.
"Do whatever you want," I replied, somewhat relaxed, but I could see that this didn't help. Her struggle to get me to recognize the importance of education was clear, and even though I wasn't excited, something inside me began to stir.
Dinner unfolded with discussions about schools and subjects, each new topic serving as a step toward a deeper connection between us. As she spoke, I realized how strong her passion for seeing me thrive was, and it touched me in ways I hadn't expected.
With the new year approaching, a restless feeling told me that the coming weeks would not be as calm as I would like. However..!