In this world there are 12 countries,in those 12 countries there is a small and extraordinary country named 'selvia'. Peoples from this country has a special blood named 'Blue blood'
And every one with blue blood can use an extraordinary power named 'Frova'. It is similar to magic but more dangerous.
High above the clouds, on the jagged peaks of Selvia's tallest mountain, a deep voice echoed through the morning mist.
"Luyanro! Luyanro, where are you? Your mother is waiting!"
The voice belonged to a tall, broad-shouldered man, his cloak whipping in the wind as he scanned the rocky cliffs. His sharp green eyes narrowed as he caught sight of a small cave nearby. Inside, curled against the stone floor, lay a boy with snow-white hair and pale green eyes, fast asleep.
The man stormed forward and shook the boy's shoulder. "Wake up, Luyanro. Wake up!"
With a groggy groan, the boy rubbed his eyes and sat up. "What is it, Dad? What do you want? …And how do you even know about this place?"
The man—Luyac, leader of Selvia—crossed his arms, his stern gaze pressing down like the mountain itself. "With Frova, finding you is child's play. But that doesn't matter. Why did you run away from home?"
At that, Luyanro's sleepy expression twisted into anger. "Why? Why do you even have to ask? Didn't your dear daughter tell you anything?"
Before Luyac could answer, a voice floated across the cliffs. "Master Luyac, lecturing your son so early in the morning?"
From the sky descended an old man with a beard as long as his staff, his presence calm yet powerful. His name was Sepac, elder of the community.
Luyac's tone hardened, though his words carried warmth. "Old man Sepac, I'm not lecturing him. He ran off from home without a word."
Sepac chuckled, landing lightly on the rocks. "Ah, then don't remind me. Do you remember what you were like at his age?"
For a moment, Luyac's cheeks flushed. "Let's not talk about that right now."
"Hmph. This old man doesn't have time for long stories anyway," Sepac muttered, already beginning to rise again, his robes fluttering as he levitated. "Are you coming to the community meeting today?"
Luyac raised an eyebrow and smirked. "How do you plan to start without the leader of the country?"
Sepac's expression soured. "Yes, yes, I know. Just don't be late, Master."
"Don't worry, old man. I'm never late." Luyac's grin was sharp with confidence.
With a huff, Sepac soared eastward in a streak of light, vanishing into the horizon.
The smile vanished from Luyac's face as he seized his son by the ear. "Now, you are coming home." Before Luyanro could protest, the world warped, and with a crack of displaced air, father and son reappeared inside their house.
"Let go!" Luyanro shouted, clawing at his father's hand, but it was too late.
From inside the home, a woman with long white hair and striking blue eyes rushed forward. She wrapped her arms around the boy in a desperate embrace.
"Sweetheart! Why did you run away? Do you know how worried I was? You were gone for nine hours! If something had happened to you…" Her voice broke. "I don't know what I would have done."
But Luyanro shoved her gently aside, his voice hot with anger. "Don't act like nothing happened! You know what she did! Big Sis destroyed my masterpiece—the art I spent two whole days making! She tore it apart like it was worthless!"