THE SCAR

Saffron, the trusted advisor and confidante, approached Lyra, her expression filled with concern for the young lady's well-being. She understood the weight of the impending confrontation with Lord Lucas Silversong, a man whose hunger for power overshadowed all else. In her gentle voice, she spoke words of solace.

Saffron: "Young lady, I fear what Lord Silversong may do. He places great importance on strength and power. But remember, you are more than the awakening of a spirit beast."

Lyra, her heart heavy with anxiety, nodded in acknowledgement. She was well aware of the severity of her situation within a household that esteemed power above all else. She knew the impending encounter with her father would be fraught with anger and disappointment.

Lyra: I don't know how to face him, Saffron. He won't understand. He's always been so focused on strength. Lyra lamented her voice trembling.

Meanwhile, a guard, adorned in gleaming armor, dismounted his magnificent crocodile-like spirit beast, a creature with four tails and a massive, imposing presence. As the guard made his way towards the grand hall of the Silversong residence, his arrival was announced with reverence.

Announcer: "Presenting Sir Leon, the loyal guardian of the Silversong family!"

The grand hall fell silent, all eyes turning towards the entrance where Sir Gideon stood. With a deep bow, he offered his respects to Lord Silversong, Lady Silversong, and Lyra's older brother, Sedric Silversong, who stood by their father's side. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, as the news he carried held significant weight.

Sir Leon: "Lord Lucas Silversong, Lady Seraphina, Master Sedric Silversong, I bring grave tidings. The young lady Lyra has failed to awaken her spirit beast. "A surge of anger coursed through Lord Lucas Silversong, his face reddening with fury. Immediately, he demanded Lyra's presence, his voice seething with anger.

A sharp knock on Lyra's door signaled the summons, and she steeled herself for what lay ahead. With a deep breath, she entered the grand hall where her family awaited her arrival.

Lyra: she bows respectively as she geets Father, Mother, Sedric, sisters... You summoned me?

Lyra's father, Lucas Silversong, regarded her with a stern gaze, disappointment etched deeply in his features. He wasted no time in demanding an explanation, his voice a mixture of frustration and rage.

Lyra: Father, I followed the instructor's every instruction. I don't understand why it didn't work. I wanted it more than anything. However, Lyra's attempts to defend herself were swiftly halted by her father's scathing words.

Lucas Silversong: "You are a disgrace, a waste of resources! Strength is all that matters, and people only respect power. How can we survive the onslaught of spirit beasts if we are not strong enough? You have brought shame upon this family!"

Lyra, her voice filled with desperation, tried to explain herself, to make her father understand. But her words were drowned out by Lucas' anger. In an instant, he unleashed his spirit beast, an unbearable aura of power emanating from him. A massive paw, belonging to a white-furred lion with three eyes, grazed Lyra's cheek, leaving her trembling and unable to rise from her kneeling position.

Lucas Silversong, mindful of his immense power, held back from unleashing his spirit beast in its full form, and refrained from releasing his full energy, aware of the devastating consequences it could bring upon the grand hall and his own family. The display of power served as a chilling testament to his authority.

Lucas: You have brought shame upon our family, Lyra. I hereby disown you. You are no longer welcome in this residence. With a final, damning declaration, Lucas Silversong banished Lyra from the Silversong residence, severing all ties and branding her with a lifetime of scars.

Lyra pleaded with her father even as she looked at her mother's direction, but all she felt was indifference. She was not alien to the feeling as she only felt motherly love from her maid Saffron. Her pleas yielded nothing as her siblings were too scared to question their father. She was given a little grace of three months to gather whatever she needed for herself as she was leaving the Silversong residence.