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Chapter 30 – Roots of Belonging
Rain tapped gently against the tiled roof of the farmhouse.
Kael sat at the edge of the front porch, a wooden cup of soup steaming in his hands. Inside, his mother's laughter echoed as she and his father prepared dinner. The warmth of home—simple, steady—wrapped around him like a blanket.
He had been quiet since unlocking the Domain. Not because he didn't want to share, but because… part of him feared it would be taken. Like a secret too bright to exist.
But today, they would come.
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"She's Here!"
A familiar cart rolled into the village, pulled by a silver-maned beast with wide antlers and fur like velvet snow. A young girl—Kael's little sister, Rhea—was the first to shout from the fields.
"GRANDMA!"
The old woman stepped down from the cart, wearing robes of brown and red, her cane hitting the earth with steady rhythm. Sharp blue eyes scanned the homestead before she opened her arms, and Kael's entire family ran to greet her.
He stood further back.
She noticed.
And instead of greeting the others, she walked right past them and pulled Kael into a bone-cracking hug.
"I hear you've grown quieter, boy," she whispered. "That usually means something's gotten interesting."
Kael couldn't help the tiny grin that rose.
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The Domain Revealed
That evening, while Rhea and their baby brother were chasing each other around the firepit, Kael pulled Grandma aside.
"I… want to show you something."
He didn't speak further.
He simply extended his hand.
And opened the Domain Gate.
With a low pulse of golden light, the stone arch shimmered, revealing the lush green of his hidden world.
Grandma's eyes narrowed.
But she didn't question it.
She walked through with him in silence.
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Judgment
The monkeys peeked out from behind a bush.
Skitter, now holding a tiny dagger, stood behind Kael like a guard.
The lake reflected stars even though the sun hadn't set here yet.
Grandma took it all in, then sat down on the grass. She didn't say a word for a full minute.
Then—
"…It smells like you."
Kael blinked. "Huh?"
"It's wild. Young. Unfinished. It smells like a boy who wants to grow—but doesn't know how yet." She plucked a blade of glowing grass and rolled it between her fingers. "That's good. Better than smelling like someone else's dream."
She looked over at him.
"I'm proud of you, Kael."
Those four words hit harder than any monster.
He tried to answer, but only managed a wet nod.
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A Promise and a Plan
That night, they sat beside the Tree of Beasts, watching the monkeys climb and fall again.
"I can help you grow this," Grandma offered, softly.
"No," Kael said, surprising even himself. "This… I need to build it. Slowly."
She smiled. "Then I'll wait. Just don't shut us out, alright? The world's gonna take enough from you. Let us give back when we can."
He nodded.
And in that moment, something shifted. The Domain, responding to emotion, pulsed—just once.
The field expanded by five steps.
Unprompted.
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Back at the Farmhouse
By morning, the whole family had seen the Domain—though they didn't step deep inside. His mother cried. His father looked stunned. Rhea begged to sleep in the monkey bush. His baby brother tried to ride Skitter.
It felt less like a secret.
And more like a gift.
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Chapter 31 – Invitation from the Mountain
The dawn had barely stretched its golden fingers across the sleepy horizon when the hawk arrived. It soared through the mist above the village, regal and silent, its shadow passing like an omen across the rooftops. It landed with practiced grace on the wooden post outside Kael's home—its feathers glossy, its talons wrapped in crimson silk and golden thread.
Kael rubbed his eyes and opened the door in his sleepwear, the morning wind brushing his cheeks.
The hawk met his gaze with intelligent eyes, dipped its head once, and extended its leg.
A letter.
Tied with silver string, sealed in red wax. Marked with a sigil Kael had never seen before—but his mother had.
The moment she spotted the crest, the warmth drained from her face.
"A summons," she whispered. "From the mountain."
Kael blinked, still half-asleep. "The what?"
His father took the letter next and read it aloud in a low voice.
> *"To the blood born of the Northern Vale.
You are summoned to the Clan Gathering under the Red Moon.
Bring yourself. Bring truth. Bring honor."*
Silence followed.
Kael could hear the firewood crackling, the wind rustling the wheat fields beyond the windows.
He could also feel something else—like a thread being pulled. A quiet shift in fate. A call he didn't understand.
"Is this... bad?" he asked finally.
His father looked at his mother, then back at Kael. "No. But it's not simple either."
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Tension in the Air
That night, they didn't sleep.
His mother sat at the hearth, her hands folded tight in her lap. "They want to see him. To test him. To weigh him."
"Isn't that a good thing?" Rhea asked quietly, sitting beside Kael.
His mother hesitated. "Only if they find him... worthy."
Kael leaned back on the wooden floor, staring up at the beams above. "So this is some ancient mountain family of warriors and spirit tamers and sword-swingers?"
"No," his father muttered. "It's worse. It's a family that never forgets. Never forgives. And never welcomes unless you prove yourself."
"But I'm twelve," Kael said. "And I have no idea what proving myself even means."
"Exactly," his father replied. "Which is why we go together. As a family."
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The Journey to Ardyth Vale
They left at dawn two days later.
Their small caravan rode through mist-wrapped forests and stone-laced hills. Kael's grandmother rode with them, quiet but alert, her eyes scanning the road like a hawk. The old woman didn't say much, but her presence was steady—like an anchor that held Kael's nerves from drifting too far.
Rhea chattered about the mountains.
Kael's mother prayed softly when they passed a road shrine.
Kael himself rode in silence, feeling the weight of the letter grow heavier in his bag the closer they got to the highlands.
Even Seventeen, his still-secret system, remained quiet during the ride.
That silence was heavier than most.
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The Red Mountains Rise
Five days later, the Vale rose before them.
Mountains layered with red moss and silver stone. Peaks cloaked in snow and low-rolling clouds. The city of Ardyth Vale lay carved into the side of the largest cliff, built like a fortress wrapped in elegance.
Kael stared.
"This is where she's from?" he whispered.
His grandmother gave a rare smile. "This is home."
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The Eyes of the Clan
Their entrance was met with silence.
Warriors in obsidian-gray cloaks watched from the gates. Women in high collars stood in silence, holding staffs wrapped with bone and thread. The children didn't laugh or shout—they observed. Sharp-eyed. Measured.
A chill crawled down Kael's spine.
A voice rose from the stairs.
Old and commanding.
"Let the boy step forward."
At the top stood a woman with long, silver-streaked hair, wearing black ceremonial robes stitched with old blood-red threads. Her eyes bore down on Kael like the weight of mountains.
Kael stepped forward.
Her gaze softened by the smallest flicker.
And she spoke again.
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Chapter 32 – The Test of Fire and Blood
The halls of the Ardyth Vale were nothing like Kael imagined.
There were no chandeliers or golden carpets. No grand feasts or magical light displays. Just stone. Stone carved with stories—scenes of beasts and wars, of young warriors fighting in snowstorms, of strange summons that rose from forests long since burned away.
Each step echoed like a heartbeat.
Kael. Stay calm, Seventeen whispered in his mind, the first words in days. Don't let the stone fool you. These people speak through silence.
He didn't respond. He couldn't. The tension in his chest made it hard to breathe.
They entered a long hall with rows of men and women sitting in silence. At the far end, three figures stood on a raised platform—elders with braided hair, stern eyes, and presence that felt heavier than gravity.
Kael's mother squeezed his shoulder once, then stepped back.
This was his moment.
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The Trial Begins
A gong rang once—deep, resonant, final.
One of the elders stepped forward, a woman with raven-black robes and a scar across her left cheek.
"Name?"
Kael swallowed. "Kael."
"Blood?"
He hesitated. "...Born of Liara, daughter of the Vale."
"Spirit?"
He blinked. "I—uh... what?"
Another voice, this one from the center elder, deeper than the first. "He doesn't know."
A few chuckles. Dry and cold. Kael's fists clenched.
Then a boy—no older than him—stepped forward from the crowd. He had silver hair, mismatched eyes, and an arrogant smirk.
"I'll test him," the boy said.
"Rivan," the woman warned. "He's unawakened."
"All the better," Rivan grinned. "Let's see if he bleeds courage."
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The Circle
A ring of fire lit around them—magic flames forming a circle on the stone floor. Kael stepped in, trying to ignore how everyone leaned forward, eager for a show.
Rivan didn't wait.
He summoned a beast.
A spectral wolf made of violet flame leapt forward with a snarl. Not real flesh—more like spirit energy—but enough to knock a child off his feet.
Kael barely ducked, his instincts screaming.
He rolled, scrambled up, and dodged again. He had no weapon. No system skill. Just instinct.
Seventeen?
Can't help, the system replied. This is you. Just breathe.
The wolf lunged again, and Kael grabbed a fallen staff from the floor—one meant for ceremonial display.
He used it anyway.
A block. A parry. A wild strike.
The crowd gasped when he managed to knock the wolf off its spectral feet, breaking its flow of energy.
Kael stood panting, the staff trembling in his hands.
Rivan narrowed his eyes.
"Not bad," he admitted. "For someone with no spirit."
The flames disappeared.
The circle was broken.
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A Moment with Grandmother
That night, Kael sat alone in the garden, watching the twin moons rise.
His grandmother joined him without a word. She placed a small cup of honey tea in his hands.
"You were brave," she said after a while.
"I was lucky," Kael replied.
"No. You were alive. That's more than many of our warriors can say after facing Rivan's spirit wolf."
He glanced at her. "Why do they hate me?"
"They don't hate you. They fear you."
"Fear me? I'm just—"
"Not just anything, child. You're someone they didn't raise. Someone they can't control."
She paused, then added gently, "And maybe, someone they need."
Kael stared into his tea.
"I didn't want any of this."
"I know. But wanting and being ready are rarely the same."
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Silent Gifts
Later that night, Rhea ran to him, breathless.
"They left something at your door," she said.
Kael opened the package.
Inside was a folded robe—the kind worn by the inner students of the Ardyth training hall. It was black, trimmed with silver. Stitched on the inside was a message:
> "Fire must be tested. But not broken."
No name.
But Kael had a guess.
And as he held the fabric close, a small smile