The morning air was thick and still, but the moment Father Simmons stepped into the room, it felt like it had turned to stone.
"Kael!" His voice cracked like a whip, echoing off the walls. "What do you think you're doing?"
Kael flinched, gripping his spoon. "I—I didn't—"
"Didn't what?" Father Simmons slammed his hand on the table, rattling the chipped dishes. "Do you think I don't see you sneaking around, poking into places you have no business in? You are under my roof, Kael! You obey my rules!"
Kael opened his mouth. "I… I wasn't—"
"Wasn't what?" The man's eyes burned into him. "I've told you a hundred times to stay away from that floorboard, that attic, that cursed corner! And what do you do? You defy me! You risk everything!"
A dull warmth throbbed at Kael's back—the sword beneath his bed. It pulsed like a heartbeat, and for the first time, it seemed angry too, almost anticipating the storm.
"I—" Kael's voice faltered.
"You will listen!" Father Simmons bellowed. "I will not tolerate chaos in this house because of your foolish curiosity. Do you understand me?"
"Yes… Father," Kael whispered, the words bitter on his tongue.
The older man's shoulders sagged slightly, but his gaze stayed hard, unyielding. "See that you do. I will not warn you again."
Kael nodded, feeling the weight of both the sword and the man's anger pressing down on him. Somewhere deep inside, he knew obedience would never be enough—not with Night bound calling his name.
Kael went outside the monastery and ran out the doors. His friend Lucielle was waiting outside the monastery. "Hey, Kael, the holy blade's men are coming today to the city hall." If we're lucky, we might get front-row seats and see them up close. Luccelle said. "
Kael ran to City Hall and saw the holy Bladesmen. He shouted, " Defeat the monsters outside this village Kael shouted.
The person next to him said, " The holy blades, men, what a joke." The person next to him said
My brother died because of them. "Hey," they protect our lives," as Kael Scremed. "Oh. You wanna bet on that?" Lucellie interfered. "My friend here is sorry it won't happen again". As
Kael and Luciel were roaming around the streets of Mistyic Falls. "Hey, why did you do that?"
asked Kael. " I didnt want to get into any sort of trouble with the blades men." Speaking of the blades men wasn't your dad a bladesmen? asked Lucielle. "Yeah, but reports said that he died in a fire protecting my mother and me." "There is a sword at the orphanage which my dad used, but Father Simmons won't even let me touch the sword. "I want to become a holy blade like my father and protect people who can't protect themselves".
"They say that there are two Kights who created the holy kingdom, Arthur and Kaleor." They were
Brought up in a royal family, the first brother wanted the throne, the younger brother wanted to live peacefully in the Holy capital. One day, Kealor found a sword that could destroy enemies and wipe out kingdoms. Then, as he grew more powerful, erasing kingdoms, he grew corrupt, and the
younger brother had no choice but to banish him for good." Legend says Kealor is still alive.
I want to be just like Arthur one day. " Now you're acting like a little kid".
Lucielle said.
As Keal returned to the monastery, Father Simmons said," You're late". "sorry father"
"How many times do I have to tell you that if they catch you? " Father Simmoms remained in cold silence.
"What is it you're not telling me, old man? Who's going to catch me?" Then all the children stood in silence. "
Footsteps emerged, and heavy and deliberate, echoing down the narrow hallway. Each step pressed into Kael's chest like a warning. He stood frozen, breath shallow, listening as the sound drew closer—slow, controlled, angry. " Keep Kael safe to sister."
As Father opened the door
The air shifted. Kael felt it before he saw it, a pressure like the world holding its breath. The lantern by the wall flickered, its flame bending inward as if afraid.
"Get behind me," he said, voice low but firm.
Father Simmons didn't move. He reached beneath his coat and drew a short iron blade etched with faded runes. "You will not touch the boy."
Run!" Father Simmons shouted over his shoulder. "Now!"
Then the masked man's arm snapped forward.
The blade slid between Father Simmons' ribs.
Father Simmons gasped, eyes widening. Blood bloomed across his shirt as the masked man leaned close, whispering, "You should have let him go."
"Father," shouted Keal
"Take the sword and leave this orphanage, go to the holy kingdom where the holy bladesmen live".
Kael screamed. "No!"
The masked man turned toward him. Beneath the mask, something smiled.
"There it is," the man murmured. "The fear. The spark."
Kael didn't remember reaching for the sword.
He felt dark and sinister energy flowing within him, and the maskemen said, "Too slow," he murmured. "Just like your father."
Keal finds the night bound's sword and uses its energy and The blade punched through with a sickening force. Blood exploded outward, splattering the walls, the floor, and Kael's hands. The masked man gasped, staggering as Kael pushed the sword deeper, screaming through clenched teeth.
Keal gasped at "What is this power?"
"Sister, get everybody out of here said Keal. Blood poured down the man's cloak. You- Don't - Know- what you've -done.
The man collapsed, and blood was pooling beneath him.
Kael stood there, covered in blood, the sword heavy in his hands. He looked down at his hands.
They were shaking.
"Father… please," Kael whispered. "I can fix this. I—I didn't mean—"
Father Simmons reached out and caught Kael's wrist. His grip was weak, but urgent.
"Listen to me," he said, voice rough, breaking. "Listen, Kael. There isn't much time."
Keep this sword safe and don't let anyone near it.
A faint, sad smile touched Father Simmons' lips. Keal started tearing up.
This was the moment Kael stopped being a child.
At this moment, he became a soldier.
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