THE DISAPPOINTMENT

The children in the manifest hall buzzed with excitement as the main instructor's question hung in the air. Their minds raced with possibilities as they contemplated the kind of Synthera Guardians they aspired to be. Lyra Silversong, her heart filled with determination, envisioned herself wielding a spirit beast of immense power, matching the greatness of her renowned family.

In the midst of anticipation, the main instructor stomped a specific point on the floor, triggering a magnificent display of synthera. An intricate array of twirling circular lines emerged beneath each child's pillow, connecting them to one another. The lines pulsated with vibrant energy, intensifying the ambient atmosphere within the hall.

Following the instructor's guidance, the children absorbed the synthera through their mouths and noses, their thoughts focused on their desired bond with their spirit beast. Lyra's perspective took center stage as she concentrated on drawing in the energy, longing for the manifestation of her spirit beast's presence. However, amidst the surge of energy and the shouts of joy from her peers, she found herself enveloped in a desolate darkness.

In the solitude of the darkness, Lyra caught glimpses of distant orbs of light, teasing her with their presence. Yet, they remained elusive, out of reach. With a heavy heart, she witnessed her classmates proudly announcing their awakened spirit beasts, expressing their gratitude to their guardians. One by one, they revealed their names and the magnificent creatures they had bonded with.

"I am Aurora Silverwood, and I have successfully awakened the Seraphic Gryphon. Thank you, guardians," declared one child.

"I am Kellan Stormrider, and I have successfully awakened the Thunderhawk. Thank you, guardians," proclaimed another.

"I am Serafina Moonlark, and I have successfully awakened the Lunar Fox. Thank you, guardians," echoed a young girl.

The hall reverberated with awe and admiration for the awakened children, their voices resonating with newfound strength. However, as the awakened children left the hall, their joy overshadowed by disappointment, Lyra's tears flowed freely. She pushed her way through the crowd, her emotions fueling her determination to be alone.

Inside the waiting limo, the driver attempted to strike up a conversation, sensing Lyra's melancholy. "Tough day, miss?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Lyra glanced at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Just drive," she commanded, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and sorrow.

The driver respected her request, understanding the weight of disappointment she carried. The limo glided through the streets, passing by the ever-changing skyline of Cosmosun. Lyra's gaze wandered, her eyes fixated on the boundless sky above. The once-vibrant hues seemed muted, mirroring the dull ache in her heart.

As the journey continued, time seemed to stretch endlessly, each passing moment a reminder of the unfulfilled awakening. The landscapes blurred into a tapestry of fleeting colors and shapes. Lyra's thoughts wandered, her mind replaying the instructor's words, searching for any clues as to why her spirit beast remained elusive.

Arriving at the grand estate of the Silversong family, Lyra stepped out of the limo with a heavy heart. The familiar surroundings that usually offered solace now felt like a mere facade. She trudged through the opulent halls, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridors, a haunting reminder of her unanswered awakening.

With each step, her resolve solidified. The darkness that had shrouded her would not define her fate. Lyra wiped away her tears, a glimmer of determination flickering in her eyes. She vowed to uncover the truth, to find the path that would lead her to her spirit beast, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.

As Lyra retreated to her private quarters, her mind teemed with questions, her spirit unyielding in its pursuit of answers. The journey of awakening had only just begun, and despite the initial setback, she knew that her story held the potential for greatness.