"Seeds of Fate..." Angelina's voice was soft but carried a weight of ancient knowledge. Her piercing gaze seed to pull Jaegar into the depths of a long-forgotten history. "They are beings with power beyond the limits of humans, Jaegar," she continued, her tone laden with gravity as she recalled the stories passed down through the ages.
"Centuries ago, before most of what we know ca into being, there existed a race called the Vorthzalith Daemons." Her words hung in the air, and Jaegar felt a chill. "These creatures were not just monsters—they were powerful, sentient beings who had once walked among the gods themselves. But in their arrogance, they rebelled, declaring war on the divine. Their goal was to break the bond of faith that tied humanity to the gods. By doing so, they sought to weaken the gods, draining their power until they could no longer protect or influence the mortal realm."
Angelina paused, her eyes distant, as if she could see the chaos of that ancient war unfold before her. "The Vorthzalith Daemons ravaged the world, spreading fear and discord and manipulating human hearts to turn against the gods. The more humans lost faith, the weaker the gods beca. It was a dark ti, a ti when hope itself seed fragile."
She took a breath, her expression hardening. "But the gods did not abandon humanity. It is said that the God King himself, ruler over the divine pantheon, descended into the mortal world. In his wisdom, he foretold a prophecy—a prophecy of salvation. He spoke of the Seeds of Fate, children who would be born with a divine spark, imbued with the power to rise above the rest of humanity and lead them in the battle against the daemons. These children, blessed by the heavens, would possess the strength to challenge even the most ancient and powerful of the Vorthzalith."
Her voice grew softer, almost reverent. "It was the God King's intervention that turned the tide. With the Seeds of Fate leading humanity, the Daemon War was won, and the Vorthzalith were driven back into the abyss from which they ca."
Jaegar listened intently, his mind racing with the implications. The teors, the crimson sky—it all made sense now, though it was more terrifying than he had imagined.
"These teors..." Angelina continued her voice firm now, "are a sign. They herald the rebirth of the Vorthzalith Daemons and the awakening of the Seeds of Fate. The gods, once again, call upon humanity to rise. And those born with the Seed will be the ones to guide us through the coming storm."
Jaegar asked, "So... the war is coming back?"
She continued. "Humanity fought against the daemons, a race that was believed to have been eradicated. But if the seeds of fate have begun to appear again, it ans the daemons may be rising once more."
"The daemons... I've only heard of them in stories," Jaegar said as he read about them during his ti in the academy. There weren't simple beings but a creatures of darkness itself, a pure malice intent beings.
Angelina nodded, her expression grave. "Many have, but they were real, Jaegar."
She shook her head, her hands clasping tightly together as if trying to hold back the weight of her own responsibility. "The Spire... They'll be searching for these seeds now, trying to identify those who possess the potential to beco Scions—powerful individuals who will shape the future of this world."
"So, these seeds of fate," Jaegar began, struggling to comprehend it all, "they're... people? People destined to fight in so holy war?"
"Yes," Angelina replied, her voice quiet but steady. "Whoever they are, they will rise to beco Scions, leaders in this war to co. They will wield power beyond any mortal, and their influence will spread across the lands. The Spire, naturally, will want to find them."
*
The sky returned to normal once again, a faint traces of a teor trail were left behind. The snow started falling again.
Jaegar sat back, feeling a deep sense of exhaustion that went beyond physical fatigue.
"Grandmother," he said softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips, "I feel like I've aged a lifeti in just these two days."
Angelina chuckled warmly, her sharp eyes softening for a mont. "Why do you say that, my dear?" she asked, her tone gentle, though the weight of the world lingered in her voice.
Jaegar let out a small sigh, the faint smile remaining as he looked out at the falling snow. "A lot has happened... Mother, Aunt Diane, you—everything has changed so fast. I feel like I'm just a feather in the wind, being swept along by things I can't control." His voice wavered slightly, a mix of weariness and acceptance settling over him.
Angelina patted his shoulder with the kind of affection only a grandmother could offer, her touch reassuring. "Don't worry, my grandson," she said softly, "soon, all of us will reunite. Things are moving faster than we'd like, but we'll find our way through this storm."
Her words hung in the air, but Jaegar could feel the gravity beneath them.
Angelina took a deep breath, her expression hardening with resolve. "I may have to leave for a journey," she said, her voice turning serious again. "Now that this incident has happened, I need to recover quickly, and there are things that must be dealt with.
So, my dear Jaegar—don't cause any trouble. Be careful." Her eyes lingered on him for a mont, filled with concern, yet tempered by the wisdom of soone who had seen far too much in her lifeti.
Jaegar nodded, though a part of him felt the weight of her impending departure. "Please, take care of your health, Grandmother," he said, his voice sincere.
"I will," she assured him, though he could sense that her mind was already far ahead, plotting her next steps.
With a final nod, she left him there, the sound of her footsteps fading into the soft snow outside.
Jaegar remained seated for a while longer, letting the silence of the house settle around him. The world outside was changing—he could feel it.
He stood up slowly, feeling the weight of his own fate pressing down on him.
Before leaving for Scroartint City, Jaegar knew there was one more place he had to visit—the palace.
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