Chapter 5: Seeds of Potential

The training session had left Leon exhausted, but beneath the aches and bruises, he felt something stir—an undeniable excitement. As he walked through the halls of the Everhart estate, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had taken his first true step in this world.

After a quick meal and some rest, Leon found himself in the estate's grand library, a vast hall filled with shelves that stretched toward the ceiling. The scent of aged parchment and ink filled the air, and the warm glow of enchanted chandeliers cast a gentle light over the countless tomes.

Seated across from him at the large oak table was Lady Eleanor Everhart, his mother. Her presence was as elegant as always, her silver-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. She observed Leon with a soft smile as she sipped her tea.

"You seemed quite lively today," she remarked, her emerald eyes twinkling with amusement. "Rachel mentioned that you lasted longer than expected."

Leon chuckled sheepishly. "Barely. She's... relentless."

Eleanor laughed, a sound like wind chimes in the breeze. "That she is. But it's good to see you showing interest in your training."

Leon hesitated, tracing a finger along the edge of a book in front of him. "I want to be strong, Mother. Strong enough to meet Father's expectations... and to protect what matters."

Eleanor's expression softened, and she reached across the table, gently placing a hand over his. "Strength is important, my dear, but it's not just about wielding a sword. Wisdom, compassion, and patience—these will serve you just as well."

Leon nodded, absorbing her words. "I understand."

She gestured to the books stacked in front of him. "I see you've taken an interest in history and magic. Have you found anything intriguing?"

Leon glanced at the titles—The Founding of Eryndor, Principles of Arcane Theory, The Lineage of Nobility. "I thought it might help me understand our kingdom better... and magic," he admitted.

Eleanor smiled approvingly. "A wise choice. The Everhart lineage has always valued both the sword and the mind. If you wish to begin studying magic seriously, I can arrange for a tutor."

Leon perked up at the idea. "Really? That would be amazing!"

Before Eleanor could respond, a voice called from the entrance of the library.

"Eleanor, is he pestering you already?"

Leon turned to see his father, Duke Alistair, stepping inside. Despite his imposing figure, there was a rare softness in his gaze as he looked at his wife and son.

"Not at all," Eleanor replied with a graceful smile. "We were just discussing his studies."

Alistair nodded, stepping closer and glancing at the books Leon had chosen. "Good. A warrior who only relies on his blade is a fool. Knowledge will sharpen your mind as much as training strengthens your body."

Leon straightened in his chair. "I'll work hard, Father."

The duke regarded him for a moment before placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "That's what I expect from you." He paused before adding, "Tomorrow, you'll begin formal training with Sir Reynard. He's one of the best instructors in Eryndor."

Leon's eyes widened. "Sir Reynard? The Lion of the West?"

Alistair smirked. "The very same. Prepare yourself—he won't go easy on you."

Leon swallowed hard but nodded determinedly. "I won't disappoint him."

Alistair gave an approving nod before turning to Eleanor. "I'll leave him in your hands for now. Dinner will be ready soon."

As the duke departed, Eleanor gave Leon a knowing look. "You have a long road ahead, my dear. But remember—every great journey begins with small steps."

Leon exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of expectations settle on his shoulders once more. But deep down, he welcomed it.

The path to greatness had begun, and he was ready to take the next step.