The Ascendants: Early Years

Laughter filled the air as Artreus, Rafaela, and the others darted through the bustling streets of Ozamian, playing a game of tag amidst the lively festival. Bright banners fluttered above, and the aroma of roasted meats and sweet treats wafted through the air.

Artreus sprinted ahead, his competitive streak kicking in. "You'll never catch me!" he shouted over his shoulder, grinning.

Suddenly, he crashed into something—or rather, someone. The impact sent him tumbling backward, landing on the cobblestone street with a thud. Shaking off the dizziness, Artreus looked up and froze.

Towering above him was a mysterious hooded figure, easily 11 feet tall. The figure's long, dark cloak swayed gently in the breeze, and their face was obscured by the shadow of their hood. The crowd moved around them, seemingly oblivious to the towering presence.

Artreus scrambled to his feet, brushing off his clothes. "Ah… sorry, sir," he said, his voice wavering slightly. "I didn't mean to bump into you."

The hooded figure's voice was deep and calm, resonating like a distant echo. "That's alright, young one. I'm the one who should apologize."

Artreus couldn't help but stare, his neck craning to take in the sheer size of the figure. "He's so giant…" he muttered to himself. "A demi-human?"

From behind him, Rafaela's voice called out, breaking his thoughts. "Artie! Come on! You're falling behind!"

Artreus glanced back at her, then turned to the hooded figure again. "You must be new here, sir," he said, trying to sound polite. "Today's a celebration for my brother's victory. He defeated the Demon King, and now everyone's at peace. You should join in and enjoy the festival."

The figure tilted their head slightly, as if considering his words. "Is that so?" they said softly.

"Yeah!" Artreus said, his nervousness fading. "It's a big day for everyone. You should take part in it. The food's great, and the games are even better!" He smiled before turning to run back to his friends. "Anyway, enjoy yourself, sir!"

As Artreus dashed off, the hooded figure's voice followed him, calm yet ominous. "You're right, my boy. Enjoy it… while it lasts. Celebrations like this are fleeting."

The words made Artreus stop for a moment. He turned back, a feeling of unease creeping into his chest. But when he looked, the hooded figure had vanished, swallowed by the crowd.

Frowning, he shook off the strange feeling and ran to catch up with Rafaela and the others. "Sorry! I'm back!" he called, rejoining the group.

Rafaela gave him a teasing grin. "Got lost again, didn't you?"

"Something like that," Artreus muttered, glancing over his shoulder one last time.

 The figure's words echoed in his mind, but he pushed them aside.

For now, the festival continued, filled with laughter and light. But a shadow had passed through, unnoticed by all except one.

The cobblestone streets of Ozamian were bustling with activity as the villagers prepared for the festival, but there was a distinct pause in the air whenever Hildagard Reigns walked by. Her long, snowy-white hair framed a face marked by kindness and quiet strength. In her hands, she carried a wicker basket filled with groceries, and her warm smile brightened the day for those she encountered.

"Good day, Hilda!" a cheerful voice called out from the market stalls. "Isn't it a lovely afternoon?"

Hildagard turned, her smile radiant. "Indeed, it's a beautiful day," she replied warmly. "Perfect for getting things done and enjoying the sunshine."

As she walked, villagers approached her with kind words and small gifts—flowers, fresh produce, and trinkets—all tokens of their admiration and gratitude. One by one, the gifts filled her arms.

"Oh my," Hildagard said with a soft chuckle. "That's quite a lot."

A villager stepped forward, beaming with pride. "We're all so proud of him, Hilda! And of you, for raising such brave sons!"

Hildagard's smile softened, her eyes reflecting both pride and humility. "Thank you. It means the world to hear that. They've grown into men I'm deeply proud of. Arthur's adventures may have taken him far, but he always carries this village in his heart."

As she continued her journey home, she exchanged kind words with everyone she passed. Her presence left a trail of smiles and shared stories, a testament to the love the village held for the Reigns family.

"You've done well, Hilda," said another villager, their tone filled with respect. "Both your boys are a testament to your strength and love. This village is lucky to have the Reigns family."

Hildagard paused, her voice gentle yet firm. "I just did my best. They are the ones who chose their paths. But thank you. It's always a comfort to have such kind neighbors."

As Hildagard neared her home, the sound of laughter carried on the breeze. She recognized the voices immediately—Artreus and his friends. Her heart swelled at the joy in their voices, a reminder of both the simplicity and complexity of motherhood.

Spotting Artreus with his group, she called out, "Artie, dear, can you come and help me with these groceries?"

Artreus jogged over, his steps light as he reached for the heavier bags in her hands. "Got it, Mom," he said, slinging the bags over his shoulder.

Hildagard looked at the group of friends behind him and smiled warmly. "You brought your friends with you. How nice."

Her gaze lingered on Artreus a moment longer, noticing the redness of his ear and the faint bump on his head. Concern flickered across her face, mixed with quiet amusement. "Roughhousing again, Artie?" she teased lightly.

Before Artreus could answer, her eyes fell on Rafaela. "Oh, hello, Rafaela," she said kindly. "How are you?"

Rafaela straightened, smiling brightly. "I'm fine, Ms. Reigns. We're just playing around with some friends."

Jane and Lars both chimed in politely. "Hello, ma'am."

Hildagard greeted them with a nod, her warm demeanor putting them at ease. "Hello, dears." She looked back at her son. "Artie, why don't you invite your friends for dinner? I can make something special—it's one of your favorites."

"Mom!" Artreus groaned, his face flushing. "You don't have to say that it's my favorite."

Hildagard chuckled softly, ignoring his protests. "It's true, though."

Jane's face lit up with joy. "Yay! Dinner!" she squealed, clapping her hands.

Artreus rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at his lips. "Fine, I guess."

Hildagard turned back to the group. "It's settled then. Dinner at our place tonight. And I won't take no for an answer."

Rafaela grinned. "Thank you, Ms. Reigns."

With the groceries in hand and laughter trailing behind them, Hildagard and the group walked toward the Reigns family home. The festival continued around them, but in that moment, the warmth of family and friendship shone brighter than any celebration.

The Reigns Family Dinner

As they entered the cozy Reigns family home, Lars couldn't help but gush about the legendary sword. His voice was filled with awe as he spoke. "The Excalibur... It's the most powerful sword in the world. Forged by the great dwarves, enchanted by the four archmages of Camelot—Merlin included. They say the gods cursed it, binding it to the stone so only the destined hero, chosen by God's will, could pull it free. Not even elves or dwarves could budge it. But then your brother came along, Artreus. Everyone knew he was special. When he pulled the sword, it wasn't just about defeating the Demon King—it marked him as the rightful ruler of Camelot."

Artreus puffed out his chest, grinning. "Well, I could pull that sword out too. If my brother can do it, so can I. Maybe I'm destined to defeat demons too."

Lars raised an eyebrow. "Really? Well… you are his brother. Maybe there's a chance…"

Artreus frowned, his grin fading slightly. "What do you mean maybe?"

Before Lars could answer, Hildagard called from the kitchen, her voice warm and cheerful. "Dinner's ready!"

The dining room was warm and inviting, filled with the delicious aromas of Hildagard's cooking. The table was set with care, each dish arranged perfectly, from steaming bowls of hearty stew to fresh bread and sweet desserts. Everyone gathered around, the laughter and chatter from earlier spilling over into the meal.

As the first bites were taken, a simultaneous exclamation came from Artreus and Rafaela.

"So delicious!" they said in unison, their voices full of genuine enthusiasm.

They glanced at each other, startled, before breaking into laughter. Whatever bickering had passed between them earlier was forgotten in the face of the incredible meal. Hildagard watched them with a contented smile, the kind only a mother could give.

Jane, her wide eyes sparkling, spoke up, "Mrs. Hilda, your food is so delicious…"

Hildagard, unable to hide her pride, winked. "Well, dear, this is a Reigns family secret recipe. It's also Artreus's favorite food."

Artreus froze mid-bite, his face turning red. "Mom!" he protested, looking both embarrassed and betrayed.

Hildagard chuckled, clearly enjoying teasing him. "What? You don't like sharing your favorite food with your friends?"

"It's not that," Artreus grumbled, flustered. "I just wanted to keep it private…"

Hildagard laughed softly. "Oh, sorry, my little secret-keeper."

Intrigued by the revelation, Rafaela leaned closer with a playful smirk. "Why keep it private, Artie?"

Artreus tried to remain stoic, but his ears betrayed him, turning pink. "It's none of your business," he muttered. "No one's supposed to know. Just Mom and my brother."

Rafaela grinned, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Well, now I know," she teased, sticking out her tongue.

Artreus rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the faint smile tugging at his lips. Their banter brought lighthearted energy to the table, and Hildagard's eyes sparkled as she watched the group bond.

"It seems this secret isn't so secret anymore!" Hildagard said, laughing. "Let's enjoy the meal. There's plenty for everyone, and every bite is made with love."

As they ate, the room was filled with the sounds of laughter and lighthearted teasing. Everyone praised Hildagard's cooking, and she accepted the compliments with a gracious smile.

"This really is amazing, Mrs. Hildagard," Lars said earnestly. "You're an incredible cook."

"Thank you, Lars," Hildagard replied warmly. "I believe that good food and good company make for the happiest memories."

As the meal wound down, the dining room remained filled with warmth and laughter. The lingering scent of Hildagard's delicious cooking mixed with the pleasant hum of conversation. Rafaela, clearly inspired by the day's stories and the warmth of the Reigns family, looked at Hildagard with a sincere expression.

"Ms. Hilda," Rafaela said earnestly, her voice soft but determined, "when I grow up, I want to be like you."

Hildagard paused, clearly touched. Her eyes widened slightly, and a smile spread across her face. "Oh my… I don't know what to say."

Rafaela smiled sweetly, her cheeks slightly pink. "Because you're really nice and beautiful. Everyone in the village admires you so much, hehe."

Hildagard was overwhelmed, her heart warmed by Rafaela's sincerity. "Aww… you're such a sweetheart," she said, her voice full of affection. She stood and walked over to Rafaela, wrapping her in a warm, motherly hug.

"You're so cute too," Hildagard said as she hugged her. "I've always wanted a daughter like you…" Her tone shifted to playful as she added, "Unless…"

She glanced at Artreus, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"What?" Artreus asked, clearly confused by the sudden attention.

Hildagard leaned closer to Rafaela, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Rafaela, promise me something," she said, her tone light but earnest. "Take care of Artreus for me, will you? Keep an eye on him. If he does something wrong, scold him. Don't ever leave his side. There's a lot about him you'll see someday that's worth holding on to."

Rafaela giggled and nodded, playing along. "Okay, I promise."

Artreus squinted at the two, his suspicion growing. "Hey! What are you two whispering about?"

"Nothing," Rafaela and Hildagard said in unison, their voices too casual to be convincing.

As the laughter settled, Lars, who had been quietly watching the exchange with a smile, glanced out the window. "It's already nighttime," he said, noting the fading light. "Ms. Hilda, we should get going. My parents are probably starting to look for us."

Rafaela nodded, realizing the time. "Me too. I don't want my dad to worry. I'm an only child, so he gets anxious."

Hildagard smiled understandingly. "Of course. Artreus, why don't you go with them and make sure they get home safely?"

"Hmm," Artreus grumbled, reluctant but obedient. He stood up. "Fine."

Lars helped Jane gather her things. "Come on, sis," he said gently. "Mom and Dad will be looking for us."

As the group prepared to leave, Hildagard stood by the doorway, watching them with a fond smile. The laughter of the children echoed in the distance as they made their way down the path. Just as she was about to close the door, her eyes fell on the table where a book lay forgotten.

"You left a book here," Hildagard called out, holding it up.

Artreus turned back, noticing the leather-bound volume. "Oh… Rafaela lent me that earlier," he said, his tone casual. "Just leave it there, Mom. I promised her I'd read it."

Hildagard smiled knowingly, setting the book gently back on the table. "Make sure you do, Artie. It seems important to her."

"I will," Artreus replied, though there was a faint hint of reluctance in his voice. With one last wave, he hurried to catch up with his friends, leaving Hildagard to shake her head with a soft chuckle as she closed the door.

The streets of Ozamian were alive with vibrant energy. Women in flowing, colorful dresses danced gracefully to the rhythm of traditional music, their movements captivating the gathered crowd. Lanterns strung along the buildings and street posts glowed brightly, bathing the town in warm, golden light. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses as townsfolk celebrated.

Artreus glanced over and saw Rafaela talking animatedly with Lars, her cheerful laughter mixing with the lively tunes of the celebration. He rolled his eyes slightly but couldn't help smiling as he watched the group enjoy themselves.

As the group reached Lars and Jane's house, the children began to say their goodbyes.

"Thanks again, you two," Lars said with a grateful smile. "See you around."

Jane waved enthusiastically. "Bye, Artreus! Bye, Rafaela!"

"See ya," Artreus replied with a small wave. Rafaela smiled and waved back as well.

Artreus and Rafaela walked side by side, the sounds of the festival fading into the background as they left the bustling streets behind. The night was calm, the soft glow of lanterns lining the path casting long, dancing shadows.

"You did good today, you know," Rafaela said softly, breaking the silence.

Artreus shrugged, keeping his gaze ahead. "I guess. Just didn't like seeing those bullies in action."

"And that's what makes you a good person," Rafaela said with a smile. "Even if you act all tough."

Artreus glanced at her, his brow furrowed as though he wasn't sure how to respond. "Maybe," he said after a moment. Then, with a smirk, he added, "Just don't go spreading that around. I've got a reputation to maintain."

Rafaela laughed, her voice light and teasing. "Your secret's safe with me, hero."

For a while, they walked in comfortable silence, the night wrapping around them like a peaceful blanket. The lantern light flickered as they passed, the warm glow playing across Rafaela's features. Artreus found himself glancing at her, noting how the light brought out the softness in her expression.

Breaking the quiet, Artreus asked, "Rafaela, what were you mumbling about with Lars earlier?"

Rafaela smiled, her eyes lighting up as she remembered the conversation. "Oh, we were talking about a book we're both interested in."

"A book?" Artreus repeated, raising an eyebrow. "What kind of book?"

Rafaela grinned mischievously. "Oh, you wouldn't get it with that pea brain of yours."

"Hey!" Artreus shot back, his tone half-annoyed, half-amused.

Rafaela giggled, unfazed by his reaction. "Turns out Lars likes books too. We even laughed about this funny part in the story. I didn't know we had something in common. It was kind of nice."

Artreus glanced at her, unsure why her enthusiasm about a conversation with Lars irked him slightly. "Books, huh?" he muttered, trying to sound uninterested.

Rafaela smirked, clearly picking up on his tone. "Jealous, Artie? Maybe you should try reading that book I lent you instead of punching bullies all the time."

Artreus rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I said I'd read it."

"Good," Rafaela said with a satisfied grin. "Maybe you'll grow a brain while you're at it."

Despite her teasing, the playful banter between them eased the quiet of the night, and they continued walking, their shadows trailing behind as the village celebration buzzed faintly in the distance.

A Promise Beneath the Lanterns

The soft glow of the lanterns illuminated the cobblestone path as Artreus and Rafaela walked side by side, the sounds of the celebration fading into the distance. For a moment, there was only the quiet hum of the night and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Artreus glanced at Rafaela, a smile breaking through his mock annoyance. He slowed his pace, his usual playful demeanor giving way to something more earnest. His voice, when he spoke, carried a determination far beyond his years.

"Rafaela," he began, his tone sincere, "when I grow up, I'll become the strongest knight—just like my brother before me. I'll protect everyone in this town. All the good people. No one will ever get hurt. I'll protect their smiles."

He paused, his face flushed with emotion. His hands clenched at his sides as he turned to her, his eyes reflecting the glow of the lanterns. "Rafaela," he continued firmly, "I promise you, I'll protect your smile too. If you ever get into trouble or you're trapped somewhere, I'll come to save you no matter what. That's my promise to you."

Rafaela stopped walking, her eyes widening slightly. The weight of his words lingered in the air between them. She felt her cheeks warm, and to mask her emotions, she smirked and teased him. "Eh... is that really you, Artie? I didn't know you were becoming my knight in shining armor out of nowhere, hehe."

Artreus, caught off guard, flushed in embarrassment but stood his ground. "I'm serious here," he said, his voice unwavering despite the color rising to his cheeks.

They continued walking, the playful energy between them softened by the sincerity of the moment. A comfortable silence settled as they both processed his heartfelt promise.

After a while, Rafaela spoke, her voice softer than usual. "Then that's a promise I'll hold on to, Artie."

Artreus blinked, surprised by her response. He glanced at her, and when he saw the faint smile on her face, a genuine smile of his own spread across his lips. His usual bravado seemed to melt away, replaced by a quiet warmth.

The lanterns above them cast long shadows as they walked, their footsteps light against the cobblestone. The night around them felt peaceful, as though the world itself had paused to acknowledge their vow.