The air was heavy. It could almost be cut with a knife. Thick clouds loomed over a massive estate, swallowing the sky and choking out the sun.
The estate was vast. Near the center stood magnificent houses, polished and pristine, arranged like they were meant to be admired. At the very heart of it all rose a grand manor, towering over everything like a silent ruler.
But at the edges, where the beauty began to fade, were buildings that leaned and cracked, barely standing. A quiet reminder that not everything under the Grimhorn name was worth preserving.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
Footsteps echoed across the paved roads as people moved toward the center. The paths were filled, voices overlapping, excitement and tension mixing in the air.
"They say this year will produce something special."
"The Duke's son is awakening today."
"A genius, right?"
"Then he better prove it."
The day of Awakening.
For the Grimhorn family, one of the greatest families in the Kingdom of Vespa, it was more than tradition. It was judgment.
Today, the young would reach for Mana.
Today, they would either rise… or quietly disappear.
A boy no older than fourteen stood still as the crowd flowed around him.
He did not move.
He did not speak.
He simply watched.
A simple black shirt was tucked neatly into his trousers, his boots polished to a shine. Nothing excessive, yet nothing lacking. His jet-black hair rested neatly, framing a calm face, one that carried eyes far too sharp for his age.
Fiery red.
Elias.
The concubine-born son of the head of the Grimhorn family.
A child that should not have existed.
Not out of mercy, nor love, was he allowed to remain—but because from the moment he was born, he proved useful.
A genius.
It was a word forced onto him before he even understood what it meant.
He spoke at one.
Read before three.
Mastered the blade at six.
Everything he touched, he excelled at.
And so, expectations grew.
Elias's gaze drifted toward the distant manor.
That place…
He had grown there. Learned there. Bled there.
Yet it had never once felt like home. It was a place that shaped him, sharpened him, pushed him until there was nothing left to take. An academy disguised as a family.
His eyes lingered.
Then, without warning, a thought slipped into his mind, one that came from time to time.
What did she look like?
His mother.
Did she have the same eyes?
The same hair?
Did she ever hold him… even once?
He had been told she left after giving birth. That she chose to walk away.
He never believed it.
Not fully.
But belief did not change reality.
And reality had never given him answers.
After what felt like too long, Elias exhaled softly and stepped forward.
His boot pressed against the stone.
"If everything I've lived for leads to this…" he muttered under his breath, his voice low, steady. "Then I won't fail."
If he awakened properly, if he gained power, then one day, he would leave this place.
Find her.
And live a life that was his. not one dictated by the Grimhorn name.
Because this family… Strength was everything.
Failure?
Failure was erased.
There had been others before him. Talented. Promising.
Gone.
No names spoken. No traces left. Only silence.
Elias's chest tightened slightly, but his expression did not change.
He continued forward.
The gates of the manor stood before him, towering and unmoving. One by one, people passed through them.
He stopped just before entering, his gaze lifting.
For a moment, he simply stared.
"Seriously? Spacing out now?"
A voice cut through his thoughts.
Elias blinked and turned.
A girl stood beside him, hands behind her back, leaning forward slightly as she peered into his face.
Crimson hair that seemed to catch even the faintest light. Eyes like polished rubies. Pale skin that made her features stand out even more.
She was beautiful.
And loud.
"Elena?" he called, a faint smile tugging at his lips before he quickly suppressed it.
Too late.
Her eyes lit up instantly.
"Ouuuu, you smiled," she said, stepping right in front of him, her face bright with excitement. "So you're happy to see me?"
Elias scoffed, looking away. "You wish. Why would I be?"
"Hmph." She grabbed his arm without hesitation, clinging to him. "Deny it all you want. I know you are."
He didn't pull away.
"Tch. Who told you that?"
Elena rested her head lightly against his shoulder, completely at ease.
Elias exhaled quietly.
She had always been like this.
Unbothered. Bright. Real.
She never looked at him like the others did.
Not as a genius.
Not as a stain.
Just… Elias.
And somehow, that was enough.
Elena wasn't a Grimhorn by blood. She was taken in, an orphan, the daughter of a fallen warrior noble. A prodigy worth keeping.
An outsider.
Just like him, an outcast and a prodigy. Maybe that was why she understood.
"Alright, let's go!" she said suddenly, pulling him forward.
"Slow down, you'll—"
Too late.
She dragged him through the gates, her laughter cutting through the tension as they entered.
[..... ]
The Awakening Hall stood behind the manor.
Massive.
Built for this exact day.
Rows upon rows of seats filled the space, thousands gathered to witness the moment where futures would be decided.
At the center of the stage stood a crystal orb, large enough to fit a human head, resting atop a pedestal.
The Awakening Orb.
Elias and Elena sat in the front row.
Close enough to feel it.
Close enough to be seen.
Elias's eyes locked onto the orb.
The longer he looked…
The tighter his chest became.
His fingers trembled slightly.
Endless possibilities.
Endless ways for things to go wrong.
A warm hand suddenly wrapped around his.
He flinched slightly and looked to the side.
Elena.
"Don't be scared," she said softly, her voice steady. "You'll be fine."
Elias clicked his tongue lightly, but he didn't pull away.
"Tch. Outsider trash."
A voice from behind cut through the moment.
Elias turned.
A boy their age stood there, dressed in refined noble attire, his gaze filled with disdain.
Watson.
The son of Elias's uncle.
Unlike the others, Watson never bothered hiding his hatred.
"Seems like someone's diaper hasn't been changed yet," Elena shot back instantly.
A vein bulged on Watson's forehead.
It wasn't just an insult.
It was a memory, a memory of when he had fallen sick and lost bowel control, he was forced to wear diapers. It was meant to be a secret, but somehow It got out, and everyone knew it.
A few chuckles broke out.
Even Elias couldn't stop the faint curve of his lips.
Watson's expression darkened, his glare sharp enough to cut.
But before anything could escalate, Footsteps.
Measured. Calm.
The entire hall quieted. A man stepped onto the stage.
Dressed in a long crimson coat with gold accents, his presence alone commanded attention. His black hair was slicked back neatly, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. In his hands were a ledger and a quill.
He stopped beside the orb.
Snap
He snapped hus fingers. A crimson banner unfurled behind him, revealing the Grimhorn crest. A golden sword pointed toward the heavens, with two dragons coiled around it.
The man scanned the hall.
Then spoke.
"Welcome," his voice carried effortlessly, filling every corner, "to this year's Awakening Ceremony."
Silence fell completely.
"Today, those under the banner of Grimhorn will take their first step into the world of magic."
His gaze shifted briefly… almost imperceptibly… toward the front row.
Toward Elias.
"Strive," he continued, "to reach the peak." He paused.
Then stepped aside.
"Let us begin."
Elias's eyes returned to the orb, for a split sesecond, he frowned.
Something about it…
Felt wrong.
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