Two weeks passed in quiet recovery.The Luxro home— a two-floor wooden house with a small balcony, wide windows, and a long yard—became Ron's new world. The yard stretched farther than any child's playground, with two horses lazily chewing grass under the shade of a tall tree. Clothes fluttered from ropes behind the house, and the scent of warm meals often drifted out from the kitchen window. For Ron, who had known only fire and fear, this house felt like another universe.
Maria refused to let him lift anything heavy during his recovery, but Ron insisted on helping with small tasks—carrying folded clothes, watering the plants, wiping the tables, or handing Maria tools while she worked. Every time she saw him trying, she smiled softly.
Across the yard, Fark sat cross-legged near the stable, polishing his spear. The blade was worn in places, yet still sharp, reflecting light like a silver crescent. His movements were careful and practiced, each stroke of the cloth filled with a quiet respect.Ron approached, eyes curious."Dad, what are you doing?""Polishing the spear, kid," Fark said without looking up.
Maria, hanging clothes nearby, sighed. "This spear is almost rusted out. Why don't you replace it already?"Fark snorted. "It's not that worn out. It still has plenty of strength left."Ron looked at the spear, then looked at Fark with sudden determination.
"Dad… I want to learn spear."Fark blinked, surprised, then grinned."Oho? That so?"He stood, fetched a long wooden stick about Ron's height, and handed it to him."First, let's see what you got. Hold it properly."He showed Ron the basics—how to grip the stick, how to plant his feet, how to turn his hips. Ron tried to copy him. At first he stumbled, feet tangling, balance unsteady.
His grip shook, and the stick felt heavier than it looked.But he kept trying.A few minutes later, Fark stretched his back."I need to go out for a bit. Keep practicing what I showed you, alright?""Yes, Dad."
Maria called from behind, "I'm going to wash the clothes. Ron, be careful. Don't hurt yourself!"Both adults went to their tasks.Ron stood alone in the yard, stick in hand.He took a slow breath.How did Dad stand?How did he move?The bottom of the spear… he used it first to distract his opponent…Ron planted his feet the way he remembered.
Tried again.His stance was wrong.His shoulders hurt.His legs wobbled.But with each repetition, it got a little more stable. His body, though small, tried to mimic Fark's movements seriously.
Then—A strange feeling rose inside him.Warm.Heavy.Alive.His blood felt like it was boiling. The world sharpened. His grip tightened. Power gathered behind his small frame—building, rising, overflowing.Before he could understand what was happening—Ron swung.A dragon-shaped force exploded out.A blazing slash tore through the air, slicing a deep arc across the ground.The nearest tree trunk split cleanly.The slash continued, striking a boulder and cracking it down the middle.The shockwave blew dust across the yard.Ron staggered backward.The stick in his hand burned red—then burst into flames.
"Ah—!"He dropped it immediately.The door burst open."RON!!" Maria shouted, sprinting toward him.Fark ran in from the opposite side, eyes wide.Ron stood frozen, hand trembling and lightly burned.Maria grabbed him, checking every part of him.
"Ron! Are you okay?!""I—I was practicing what Dad showed me," Ron said, voice shaking. "Then I felt strong… and something like a monster came out… Did I do something wrong?"Tears welled in his eyes. "Mom, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…"Maria hugged him tightly.
"No, dear… it's not your fault. You're not in trouble. You're safe."Fark stared silently at the cracked ground, the burning stick, the split boulder.His voice came out low.
"…This is the First Beginning."Maria's head whipped toward him."First… Beginning? At this age?"
Ron looked between them."What… is First Beginning?"Fark exhaled slowly, disbelief heavy on his face."I've never seen anyone awaken the First Beginning this young… and without ever wielding a weapon before. How did Ron manage this? I… I can't believe what I'm seeing."Maria held Ron even tighter, her voice softer than a whisper.
"Whatever it is… you're safe. We're here. We won't leave you."
Ron leaned into her embrace, feeling warmth spread through his chest—something he had never felt before.Family.Real family.And in the fading echo of the dragon-like slash, the first sparks of Ron's new life flickered into existence.
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