Zara paced back and forth in her small kitchen, her eyes scanning the clock on the wall for what felt like the hundredth time. It had been two days since Enzo had left, and she hadn't heard a word from him. Her younger son, sensing her worry, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry, Mom, Enzo will be fine. He'll come back to us," he said, his voice calm and soothing.
Zara smiled weakly, trying to believe her son's words. She busied herself preparing a pack of food for Kite, who was set to enter the monastery soon. As she wrapped the food in a cloth, she couldn't help but think about the world her children were growing up in. With all the advancements in technology, it was heartening to see Kite's desire to follow a spiritual path.
Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Ysel stood on the parade route, her staff bustling around her as they made final preparations for her father's campaign rally. As a successful business executive, Ysel was in her element, ensuring every detail was perfect. However, as she glanced out at the crowd, her eyes landed on the less fortunate parts of the district. The contrast between the two worlds was stark, and Ysel couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort.
As night fell, the city's glittering lights seemed to mock the darkness that lingered in its shadows. Ysel's thoughts lingered on the people living in the inner city, their struggles and hardships a far cry from the prosperity she enjoyed. She wondered if her father's campaign would address these issues or simply gloss over them.
The Dawn's light have not even bite the land as Kite approached the monastery, he was greeted warmly by Master Tirso, the grandmaster of the Templars Order. "Ah, Kite! At last, you came back," Master Tirso said with a gentle smile. Kite bowed his head respectfully, apologizing for not visiting more frequently. "My mother's condition has been worsening, Master Tirso. I'm sorry I haven't been able to come sooner."
Master Tirso's expression softened, and he nodded understandingly. "I see. Well, I'm glad you're here now. Your mother sent a pack of food for you, I presume?" Kite handed over the pack, and Master Tirso's eyes lit up with gratitude. "Thank you, Kite. She always thinks of us."
As they entered the monastery, Kite was greeted by Matthew, a young Templar who was almost his age. The two friends exchanged warm smiles, and Matthew clapped Kite on the back. "It's been too long, Kite! What have you been up to?" Kite chuckled, and the two friends began to joke around, their laughter echoing through the monastery's halls.
However, their fun was short-lived, as a stern voice boomed through the corridors. "That's enough!!! This is the house of God!" Captain Upa, the strict Captain of the Knights Templar, stood tall, his face disapproving. "Matthew, how many times do I have to tell you to act accordingly? You are a Knight Templar, not just an ordinary clergy."
Master Tirso intervened, his voice calm and soothing. "Captain, they're just kids. Let it slide for now." Captain Upa's face remained serious, but he nodded curtly. "Very well, Master Tirso. But we can't tolerate this behavior, especially now. Evil forces have been moving, and we need to be vigilant."
Master Tirso's expression turned grave, and he nodded in agreement. "Yes, Captain. We will need all our strength and discipline in the days ahead." Kite watched the exchange, sensing a deeper concern beneath the surface. What evil forces were stirring, and what role would he play in addressing them? As he followed Master Tirso and Matthew, he couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation and anticipation.
At the Elyrian City center Etan Flask meets his top sponsors, Etan sat at the breakfast table, surrounded by his sponsors and a flock of security personnel. The conversation was lively, with discussions about his presidential campaign dominating the air. As he raised his fork to take another bite, a heavy aura filled the room, and time seemed to grind to a halt. Etan's colleagues froze, their faces expressionless, like statues.
Etan's eyes scanned the room, and that's when he saw him – a man dressed impeccably in a three-piece suit, his hair slicked back, and an air of confidence that commanded attention. The man sat across from Etan, his piercing gaze fixed on him. Etan felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized who this man was – the Lightbringer.
The Lightbringer's eyes narrowed slightly as he sniffed the air. "The smell of tea in this establishment is atrocious," he complained, his voice low and smooth. Etan's eyes locked onto the Lightbringer's, unable to look away. "Mr. Flask, I'd like to apologize for my behavior in our last meeting," the Lightbringer said, his tone dripping with sincerity. "I should have shown more respect, considering you will soon be the most powerful man in this world... thanks to my power."
The Lightbringer's smile grew, and his eyes glinted with amusement. "Unfortunately, we're tight on schedule, and I require your assistance. My summons have scoured the desert and found a gorge with a makeshift base. I need you to look into it and find me the scientist." Etan's mind reeled as the Lightbringer's words hung in the air.
Without warning, the Lightbringer's body began to shift, his limbs stretching and morphing until he transformed into a flock of black bats. They swirled around the room before vanishing into thin air. Time unfroze, and Etan's colleagues returned to life, oblivious to the extraordinary encounter.
Etan, however, was left shaken, his suit drenched with sweat. He quickly stood, apologizing to his sponsors for his abrupt departure. "I'm afraid I have an urgent matter to attend to," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. With a sense of trepidation, Etan rushed out of the restaurant and into his car, speeding towards the Elyrian guards headquarters.
Etan stood firmly in front of the Elyrian guards captain, his voice commanding attention. "I need you to assemble your men and investigate the location where Dr. Timo is hiding," he said, his tone brooking no argument. The captain hesitated, his expression skeptical.
"Mr. Flask, we've searched all possible locations, and we've found nothing," the captain replied, his voice laced with doubt. Etan's eyes narrowed, his jaw set in determination. "I'm telling you, Captain, this is a matter of utmost importance. Assemble your troops, and let's move out."
As Etan spoke, he noticed a flock of bats flying into the headquarters. Only he saw them form into a guard, which approached him and handed him a folder containing information about the rebel base location. Etan's eyes scanned the contents of the folder, his mind racing with the implications.
He showed the captain the exact location of the rebel base, and the captain's expression changed from skepticism to surprise. "Very well, Mr. Flask. We'll assemble the troops and move out immediately." The Elyrian guards quickly mobilized, their movements swift and efficient.
As they rode out, Etan couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being manipulated. Was he working to appease the Lightbringer, or was he pursuing his own aspirations? The uncertainty hung in the air, a palpable force that seemed to drive Etan forward. He knew that the stakes were high, and the consequences of failure could be catastrophic.
Etan's thoughts swirled with questions and doubts. What was the Lightbringer's ultimate goal? And what role did he play. The uncertainty hung in the air, a constant reminder of the challenges ahead.