2026-01-24 00:18:50That night, Marcus couldn’t sleep. Theodore’s words kept echoing in his mind. The golden light wasn’t luck. Someone protected him. But who?
His parents were dead. He’d seen them die with his own eyes. Unless…
No. That was impossible. Dead was dead.
But doubt, once planted, grows like a weed.
Marcus gave up trying to sleep. He left his room and headed to the forest training ground. The moon was full, providing enough light to see.
He needed to clear his mind. He needed to focus on what he could control: getting stronger.
Marcus began practicing his sword forms. Simple movements at first, then increasingly complex. His body moved like water, each strike flowing into the next.
As he trained, something felt different. The energy in his body was moving faster, circulating through pathways he’d worked years to open. He was close to a breakthrough.
480 circles of energy. He needed just twenty more to reach Earth King level. Most warriors spent years trying to make that jump. Marcus wanted to do it tonight.
He sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes. Deep breathing. Focus inward. Feel the energy flowing through every part of his body.
His father had taught him this meditation when he was young. Back when his father was alive. Back when he still had a family.
The memory brought pain, and pain brought anger, and anger brought focus.
Marcus’s energy began to surge. One circle. Two circles. Three. The power built inside him like water behind a dam, pressing against his limits.
But breaking through wasn’t just about accumulating energy. It was about control. About transforming quantity into quality.
Sweat poured down his face. His muscles trembled. This was the moment that separated true warriors from pretenders. Many died attempting this breakthrough, their bodies unable to handle the transformation.
Marcus pushed harder. Ten circles. Fifteen. The energy felt like fire in his veins, burning and purifying.
Then he felt it. A barrier inside him, invisible but real. The wall between third-class warrior and Earth King. He’d reached 500 circles. Now he had to shatter that wall.
He gathered all his energy into a single point in his chest and pushed.
Nothing happened.
He tried again. Still nothing.
Frustration built. He was so close. Why couldn’t he break through?
“You’re forcing it,” a voice said from the darkness.
Marcus’s eyes snapped open. Grandfather Octavius stood at the edge of the clearing, watching.
“Grandfather? What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t sleep either. Old men don’t need much rest.” Octavius walked closer. “I felt your energy spike from my room. You’re attempting to break through to Earth King level?”
Marcus nodded.
“At age ten?” Octavius shook his head in amazement. “You really are extraordinary. But you’re going about it wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
“Breaking through isn’t about force. It’s about understanding.” Octavius sat beside him. “Tell me, why do you want to become stronger?”
“To protect myself. To never be powerless again.”
“That’s fear talking, not strength. Fear can motivate you, but it can’t transform you.” Octavius looked at the moon. “True power comes from purpose beyond yourself. What will you do with your strength once you have it?”
Marcus was quiet. He’d never really thought about it. His entire focus was on getting strong enough for revenge.
“I… I want justice. For what was taken from me.”
“Justice or vengeance?”
“Is there a difference?”
“A big one. Justice seeks balance and prevents future harm. Vengeance seeks only to inflict pain.” Octavius put a hand on Marcus’s shoulder. “I don’t know what happened to you before I found you. But I know you carry deep wounds. Those wounds drive you, but they also limit you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Right now, you’re trying to become strong out of fear and hate. That energy is powerful but unstable. It will let you reach Earth King level, maybe even higher. But it will also consume you from inside.” Octavius stood. “If you want true power, you need a better reason. Something worth living for, not just dying for.”
He walked away, leaving Marcus alone with his thoughts.
Something worth living for. What did Marcus have worth living for?
Lydia’s face appeared in his mind. Grandfather Octavius. Julian and the other students. They’d become his family over the past three years, even if he kept them at arm’s length.
If Cassian came here, they would all die because of him. Theodore was right about that.
Marcus closed his eyes again. This time, instead of thinking about his dead parents, he thought about the living people who depended on him. He thought about protecting them. About building a world where no one else would lose their family to betrayal.
The energy in his body responded differently. Instead of raging like fire, it flowed like a river. Powerful but controlled.
Marcus gathered it again and pushed against the barrier.
This time, something cracked.
He pushed harder, but gently. Like opening a door instead of breaking it down.
The barrier shattered.
Energy exploded through his body. Pain and ecstasy mixed together. His 500 circles of energy transformed, becoming denser, purer. This was Earth King level.
When he opened his eyes, everything looked sharper. He could sense energy in the trees, in the earth, in the air itself. His body felt lighter and stronger at the same time.
He was now a first level Earth King warrior. At age ten.
Marcus stood and tested his new strength. He picked up his practice sword and swung it casually. The blade created a visible arc of energy that sliced through a tree trunk like butter.
He stared at the fallen tree in amazement. This was just a casual swing. What could he do at full power?
“Congratulations,” a voice said.
Marcus spun around. A figure in black stood in the shadows. Not Grandfather Octavius. Someone else.
“Who are you?” Marcus demanded, raising his sword.
The figure stepped into the moonlight. It was a woman, middle-aged, with a scar running down her right arm. She wore assassin’s clothing.
“I’m someone Cassian sent to kill you. But after watching your breakthrough, I’ve changed my mind.”
Marcus’s grip tightened on his sword. “You’re here to assassinate me?”
“Was. Past tense.” The woman smiled coldly. “Cassian’s offer was ten thousand gold pieces for your head. But I think you’re worth more alive.”
“What do you want?”
“Information. Proof that you’re the lost prince. Then I’ll sell that information to the highest bidder. Maybe Cassian. Maybe his enemies. Whoever pays more.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Then I complete my original contract and take your head.” The woman drew two daggers. “Your choice, boy. Easy way or hard way.”
Marcus looked at her energy. She was a third level Earth King warrior. Stronger than him. His breakthrough was too recent. He hadn’t stabilized his new power yet.
But he couldn’t let her report back to Cassian. Not yet. Not until he was ready.
“I choose the hard way,” Marcus said, raising his sword.
The woman laughed. “Brave but stupid. That’s how young warriors die.”
She attacked faster than Marcus could see. Her dagger aimed straight for his heart.
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