2025-05-10 05:09:06Lightning split the sky as thunder boomed in tandem with the
roar of the students. Each and everyone of them in anticipation of what was going to happen next. The mages. The sword masters. The warriors. All stood still looking at the display of raw power. A boy who has woken the most dark and fierce Hakana. " But is that suppose to happen?" One of the sword master said out of the blue. " I mean, if it is true that Dareth killd his father like he claimed. Then how did he get his Hakana woken?" " We both know what this is about but I refuse to believe Veylan is at work. He is the only powerful warrior after that boy's father. If Kael had woken a dark Hakana witihin himself then that must mean only one thing." Everyone turned their head in the man's direction. " What does it mean?" one of the bystander asked " It means we are having another trouble at hand and only the gods knows who the boy is going to challenge to Agnikai." The arena had turned into a battlefield of emotions—fear, rage, awe. And at its center stood Kael, bare-chested, his skin laced with ancient marks that glowed faintly with each pulse of dark Hakana. Rain poured, soaking everyone to the bone, but no one moved. They were spellbound. Jarvis gritted his teeth and stepped forward, brandishing a new blade handed to him by an armored official. His stance was proud, but the tremble in his hand betrayed him. “I will not stand down,” he declared, voice steady despite the storm. “You think you’re untouchable, Kael? You’re just a vessel for something none of us understand. That’s not power. That’s corruption!” Kael tilted his head slightly, his blackened eyes narrowing. “Funny. Coming from an entitled brat!" he said with a smirk. With his sword slightly over his neck. Jarvis growled and lunged. Steel clashed against the air as Jarvis's blade aimed for Kael’s side. But Kael was already gone, a streak of shadow and wind. The next moment, Jarvis was stumbling, his sword arm twisted and bent unnaturally. He screamed, dropping the blade. “You're brave,” Kael said coldly, standing behind him, “but stupid.” Jarvis turned, throwing a wild punch, only for Kael to catch it midair and slam him into the muddy ground. Thunder cracked. The crowd winced. “Enough!” shouted one of the elders, but the King raised his hand to silence him. “Let it play out,” Almond said quietly, eyes never leaving Kael. “This is no longer a test of strength. I need to see what he is made off." Kael looked up at the royal stands, rain dripping from his chin. “You made your judgment the day you let Dareth lie. The day you all turned your eyes away from truth. Now I will make mine.” Dareth stood from his place, the veins in his neck bulging. “This farce has gone on long enough. Guards, seize the boy!” Several armored warriors began advancing into the arena. Kael’s body suddenly erupted in shadow. The Hakana surrounding him lashed out like tendrils, sweeping across the field with monstrous force. The approaching guards were flung back like rag dolls, their armor dented, weapons scattered. “Still think I’m a boy?” Kael’s voice was a low growl now. “You buried my truth. Now I will bury your lies.” " You won't talk to me father that way!" Rand said with anger getting up to his feet. He rushed towards Kael swinging his sword in the air. It clashes with that of Kael and it broke. Everyone gasp. " Kael is down for. Rand wont hesitate to kill him now." " I would end this if I were Rand. He deserves to have him killed for himiating his father." Another said from the crowd. Rand was about to land the final blow then the king ordered him to stop. " We should kill him! He is nothing like the rest on us." Dareth said angrily. " Like I said. I need every able fighter to help stop what is coming next and Kael here has shown great chance of becoming a good sword man. I will have him trained with Mr Harond." The king looked at Harond who bowed immediately. " He is to be trained by you and make sure he is giving double task." the king said before walking out of the podium. But as the rain feels heavily with Rand stopping half way from striking Kael. Dareth unsheath his sword and plunged at Kael pushing him son out of the way. [Students gasps ] " What are you doing Dareth ? You heard the king. No harm must come to the boy!" Harond shouted " Do you think I care? This is a family matter and I will like to have it settled. He tried to kill my son!" Dareth said in anger facing Kael. One of the kings guard ran towards the palace to call the king back. Kael looked at his broken sword and immediately raced to reach for it. " Go on boy. I won't deny you of picking up your sword. You can use as many as you want but that won't save you from me. Do you remember the rules?" Dareth said again grabbing his sword as it trialed the sand underneath his feet. " You don't learn how to fight. You don't train to fight which was obvious that you have not been listening to me. Now you are going to join your father very soon. I am sure he is dying to meet you." Dareth said and rushed at Kael. The atmosphere was charged with noise as many people wanted to see what was going to become of Kael. But to everyone's surprise. Kael was agile on his feet. The way his body moved shows that he was capable of taking Dareth head on. The king got back and saw the fight had began. He took his seat. " But this is not suspose to happen. We need to stop this." One of the shower master said looking at the king. " No, leave them. If Dareth has opened that door then we are all going to walk through it!" King Almond said with anger as the sound of sowed could be heard and the hard torrent of the rain.
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Flames painted the night sky in hues of crimson and gold. Screams tore through the air like ragged blades, echoing off the ancient stone walls of the Rivenhart Clan's fortress. Once a sanctuary of swordmasters, it now stood on the brink of ruin. Kael Rivenhart’s boots skidded across blood-slicked marble as he raced toward the inner sanctum, the sword strapped to his back still untouched. He wasn’t ready. Not yet. Not tonight. But destiny never waited for readiness. "Kael! Stay back!" his father’s voice thundered across the courtyard. Kael froze beneath the stone archway, his heart pounding. Through the veil of smoke and sparks of wild magic, he saw two men locked in a brutal clash. One was his father—Haron Rivenhart, the strongest swordmaster the world had ever known. The other— “Uncle Dareth?” Kael whispered, disbelief thick in his throat. Dareth moved like a shadow, faster than Kael had ever seen him. Their blades clashed with explosive force, each strike shaking the ground b
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"Ah!" Kael screamed, jolting from sleep. Darkness surrounded him, the chirping of crickets the only sound in the stillness. He winced as pain flared along his face—the searing mark still raw. He had been branded. He tried to see the mark on his face but then he couldn't. He would have to wait till day breaks to know what was done to him. Kael knew exactly what that meant. He was now an outsider, stripped of his right to train, to fight—to ever become a swordmaster. An outcast. The thought of running away flickered in his mind, but Kael knew the truth: he was alone. And a loner never survived for long. His stomach rumbled, reminding him he hadn't eaten since morning. Wiping his tears with the back of his hand, Kael sat up from the dirty mat where he slept. Memories flooded him—memories of laughter, warm meals, and the strong arms of his father promising, “One day, I’ll send you to the finest swordsman in all of Rivenhart.” Kael tried to recall the name of the man, but it slipped
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The moment the king and his men disappeared beyond the gates, Dareth's smile vanished."Everyone out," he barked.The guards hesitated, exchanging wary glances, but the edge in Dareth’s voice brooked no argument. One by one, the crowd dispersed until only Dareth, Kael, and a trembling Rand remained.Kael stood still, chest heaving, dried blood caking the edge of his mouth. He didn’t miss the way Dareth’s hand went to his sword."You humiliated my son," Dareth growled. "Before the king. Before everyone.""I didn’t ask for this," Kael said quietly."That’s the problem. You didn’t need to. You think your father’s blood gives you the right to rise?"Kael’s spine straightened at the mention of his father. To think Dareth would taunt him each time about his father made him even more annoyed and pissed off.Dareth smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "You are nothing like him."Then, without warning, he drew his sword.Kael’s instincts screamed, but his body didn’t move fast enough. The fla
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The moment the king and his men disappeared beyond the gates, Dareth's smile vanished."Everyone out," he barked.The guards hesitated, exchanging wary glances, but the edge in Dareth’s voice brooked no argument. One by one, the crowd dispersed until only Dareth, Kael, and a trembling Rand remained.Kael stood still, chest heaving, dried blood caking the edge of his mouth. He didn’t miss the way Dareth’s hand went to his sword."You humiliated my son," Dareth growled. "Before the king. Before everyone.""I didn’t ask for this," Kael said quietly."That’s the problem. You didn’t need to. You think your father’s blood gives you the right to rise?"Kael’s spine straightened at the mention of his father. To think Dareth would taunt him each time about his father made him even more annoyed and pissed off.Dareth smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "You are nothing like him."Then, without warning, he drew his sword.Kael’s instincts screamed, but his body didn’t move fast enough. The fla
