Re-life: Authority over infinity

[815th year of Ecplipsis, 8th Marech]

Ronan Skylark sat comfortably in the carriage, his broad frame nearly filling the space as he gazed out at the familiar, tree-lined road. The leaves overhead swayed gently with the breeze, casting shadows that danced along the path. With a chuckle, he leaned back, drumming his fingers lightly on the armrest.

The Frontline was cleared finally he could relax.

"Six years," Ronan mused aloud, his tone light and filled with amusement. "Can you believe it, Leia? Six years since we last visited Lucian and his family. Feels like just yesterday."

Leia, seated across from him, barely glanced up from her spot by the window, where she rested her chin on her hand, staring out at the passing scenery. Her white hair, now longer and flowing more freely than in her youth, shimmered as it caught the sunlight filtering through the trees. The blue of her eyes matched the sky above, but at that moment, they were distant, reflecting her wandering thoughts. Before a image of a boy a with long red hair standing Infront of her like a sheild appeared, blocking the view of a scary old man.

"Mm," Leia replied, noncommittal, her voice soft but uninterested. She traced patterns on the window, lost in the rhythm of the wheels turning beneath the carriage. "Six years..." she echoed, " I wonder how he's doing now"

Ronan, ever the cheerful and easygoing man, glanced at her and grinned, seeing through her calm exterior. "Thinking about Kairos, are we?"

Leia scoffed, her eyes narrowing slightly as she turned to look at her father, though a hint of a smirk played on her lips. "As if," she muttered.

Ronan burst into hearty laughter, his deep voice filling the carriage. "Come on now, Leia. Surely you two have outgrown all that bickering. You're both older, a bit more mature, no?"

Leia raised an eyebrow, her chin still resting on her hand. "I doubt it," she said dryly." Bit she knows deep within her heart she was looking forward to meeting him.

In the past six years. She was trained with the way of a rapier. And also completed the zeroth girl three months ago. A feat that's enough to be called the white star of skylark family. The family that's renowned with its the arts of wind of speed.

During this years. She saw the filth that enclosed the luxury looking capital of Solaris empire. And soon will be admitted at the Academy of Owsdin.

The Academy which was established by the Dragon king owsdin himself. One known in the History of the world. The founding lord of magic! Owsdin!

Her heart and mind was already been changed many times now. She was prepared to take the upcoming any challenges.She wasn't the old weak girl anymore who had trimbled. Still despite such mental state. Her wavered a bit remembering the boys back. Again wondering what will he look like and what will be his reaction.

But not everything goes according to plan. .sudden sharp cry of a bird overhead them. Ronan's laughter faded as his eyes followed the sound. A vibrant blue bird, its feathers shimmering blue under the sunlight, swooped gracefully down, circling above the carriage. Its wings were long and sleek, cutting through the air with an unnatural speed, as though it were one with the wind itself.

On its leg, the bird bore a small, tied red scroll, a symbol of urgency.

"That's a Skylark courier," Ronan muttered.

The bird landed effortlessly on the open windowsill of the carriage, its small beady eyes flicking between Ronan and Leia. Without hesitation, Ronan reached out and untied the scroll from the bird's leg. The bird let out a sharp trill before taking off into the sky again, its mission complete

Leia straightened, her hand slipping away from the window as she watched her father's expression harden while he unfurled the scroll.

" What is it father?"

Ronan's face had gone grim. His normally relaxed features were now carved with a seriousness Leia had rarely seen before.

He looked at his daughter before sighing. " We have to return straight to skylark state..It seems we have to cancel our trip to Lucian's house"

Leia didn't spoke right away but spoke eventually. " Yes let's go. It's urgent. "

Ronan could only nod his head. Sighing as he failed to give her some fresh of mind. Before she enrolls at the owsdin academy. There was no choice something more frightening new has appeared. He have to arrive at the family as soon as possible as per command from the family head.

[At the same time. Baron Valeria Nozvan state, Underground training facility]

Woosh! Woosh! Clank!

The sound of arrows cutting through the air echoed sharply in the underground chamber, followed by the distinct clash of metal against metal as they met the blade of a sword.

A man stood in the center of the room, his movements fluid and deliberate. His crimson hair, now cropped short, moved with the sharp turns of his head. Sweat rolled down his forehead, tracing a thin line to the scar at the left edge of his eyebrow—a mark that curved downward, The reminder of the close encounter that happened in past with a monster.Just as a bead of sweat reached the edge of that scar, he twisted his body, the massive two-handed sword in his grip swinging up to deflect another arrow, slicing it apart in two.

Clank!

The man's breath remained steady, his chest rising and falling rhythmically, though the exertion of the ongoing training would have pushed most beyond their limits by now. His bare torso, every muscle in it honed and defined, glistened under the flickering light from the lights that's were put above, on the celling.

[Kairos Nozvan, The 2nd son of Barron Valeria, age 15]

His eyes, narrowed in focus, followed the trajectory of each arrow, adjusting his footwork as he anticipated the next barrage. The arrows weren't fast yet, designed more for endurance than speed at this stage.

Kairos stood up stretching his body gulping down a bottle of white liquid. An enegery bottles, the invention of the Elves. Through Elven Alchemy.

"Warm-up is done," he muttered under his breath, setting the empty bottle aside. His grip tightened on the hilt of his two-handed sword, and a sharp glint appeared in his eyes as he took his stance again. "Now, the real training begins."

As he steadied his breathing, he closed his eyes, focusing inward. Deep within his core, he could feel it—the pulsing, dormant energy waiting to be released.