The Academy was quieter in those days. After the festival and the farewells, Ares felt a strange emptiness. Liana was no longer with him, Tony and Emma had departed, and although Dana, Agust, Zack, and Melani now accompanied him in the new Group 4, he couldn't help but feel… incomplete.
One night, while the blue fire danced at his fingertips, Ares asked himself the question he had never wanted to face:
Who were my real parents?
For years, Elysia and Thalion had filled that void with love and teachings. But now, with his magic growing and his body adapting more to the blue fire, Ares felt that something within him needed answers.
He searched through old Academy records, documents of births, disappearances… but nothing. His name appeared in no human registry. Not even as an "orphan." It was as if he had appeared out of nowhere.
Frustrated, he sought out Blue, his dragon. He found him meditating on a cliff, watching the clouds.
"Blue… you've lived a long time. Do you know anything about my parents?"
The dragon looked at him with those ancient, wise eyes. He remained silent for a few moments, then finally said:
"I haven't felt another fire like yours in a thousand years. I don't believe you are the child of ordinary humans. If I had to say it… you are the first human with blue fire."
"So… I'm unique?"
"No… You are the first. That's different."
Blue's words didn't solve anything. They only left a greater enigma hanging in the air. Ares clenched his fists. A mix of fear, loneliness… and determination was born within him.
Perhaps his origins were a mystery. Perhaps he would never know where he came from.
But he did know where he wanted to go.
To become the strongest. Not out of vengeance, nor pride.
But to write his own story.