Early mornings, the world turned as the event that spread acrossed all continents. This day present the awakening of the youths, as they gathered for a special day that will change their fate.
Lucas Blackwell a 15 year old boy with black hair and blue eyes woke up on that day excited and scared of what it would mean for him. Lucas stared at the mirror and wondered what his ability would be. He has always wanted to be a knight like his father, a powerful knight in the city. As he got out of his room a small shadow lurked by the corner waiting for Lucas to walk passed but Lucas saw it and grabbed the little shadow. The shadow tried to run away but it was too late as Lucas picked up his sister Selina Blackwell. Selina screamed as she tried to run but gave up and looked at Lucas with teary eye before hugging him. "Morning Lina" as Lucas greeted his sister, "morning Lucas" as Selina started giggling. Both wondered down the stairs to meet they mother Katherine Blackwell at the kitchen making breakfast. "Morning my lovely birds" as she looked up to see them both walk towards her, "morning mom, and where's dad" Lucas asked his mother, "Oh his outside on the phone, he will coming soon, so eat up you have special day can't have going on a empty stomach" both Lucas and Selina sat down at the table to have breakfast and chatting to each other as the back door opened a large build man walked in with loud step greeted them, "morning kiddos" the man said." Morning dad" both kids responded to they father Michael Blackwell. The family ate breakfast and chatted about Lucas awakening day. Afterwards they drove of to the awakening hall. Lucas and his family separate as he walked to hall as echoing sounded through the marble pillars and stained glass. What stood in front him was trembling students who stood in line waiting.
Lucas Blackwell palms were slick. At fifteen, every child touched the Awakening Obelisk to reveal their path: knight, mage or nothing at all. For nobles it was ceremony; for commoners like him, it was everything.
"Blackwell, Lucas."
His name cracked across the hall like a whip. He stepped onto the dais, legs stiff, heart pounding, and pressed his hand to the crystal obelisk.
At first — nothing. The crystal remained dark. Murmurs began to rise, pity already sharpening in their tones. Lucas's stomach sank.
Then the obelisk flared.
⚡ Lightning tore across its surface, jagged white-blue arcs dancing like a storm in glass. Gasps swept the balconies.
"Lightning?!" someone shouted. "Rare — incredibly rare!"
Before he could even breathe, heat bloomed in his chest. A Bronze Aura seed ignited, faint but alive, rushing through his limbs with strength that made his fingers tremble.
The officiant's voice rang clear:
"Element: Lightning. Aura: Bronze Rank. Potential: promising."
Applause thundered through the cathedral. Nobles leaned forward, eyes gleaming. Lightning knights were fast, deadly, coveted. Lucas blinked against the sudden rush of relief. He wasn't a failure. He wasn't nothing. He had a path.
He stepped back, sparks still flickering faintly across his hands. His chest felt alive with power. For the first time in his life, he smiled. I did it.
And then the world stopped.
The cheers froze mid-clap. The banners halted in still air. Even Elena Westergarde — heir of the White Rose Knights, waiting her turn at the end of the line — stood motionless, as if painted in light.
Only Lucas moved.
A burning sigil hovered before him: circles within circles, an hourglass cracked into two halves. Symbols turned like clockwork gears, rearranging themselves.
> [CHRONO-SIGIL SYSTEM ONLINE]
Bearer Identified: LUCAS BLACKWELL
Initial Awakening: Lightning Element + Bronze Aura (Valid)
Override Detected: Time–Space Authority
Calibrating…
Lucas's breath caught. "Time… and space…?"
> [Abilities Unlocked]
Chrono-Shift — rewind 3 seconds.
Spatial Step — blink to line of sight.
Stasis Touch — freeze small object.
The sigil pulsed, and Lucas felt it ripple outward. Not in the hall — but far beyond.
Gods stirred in their silence, their gazes turning. Dragons shifted in distant slumber, mountains trembling faintly. The Abyss whispered, restless and eager. The Veil itself quivered.
Then the world lurched back into motion.
The officiant lowered his hand. Nobles still clapped his lightning awakening. Elena still waited, serene as stone. No one had seen the sigil. No one heard the voice.
Only Lucas.
He stood trembling, lightning sparking faintly over his skin, his chest heavy with a second secret power.
Two awakenings. One mortal, celebrated. One forbidden, echoing into the heavens.
And far above the mortal realm, the gods whispered:
The Threadbearer walks.