The training had begun. As if destiny itself were pushing them in different directions, each of Biel’s companions parted ways, taking their respective Fragments to their own domains. They would meet again in six months, but until then, each had to embark on a solitary path toward strength and the understanding of their own power.
Biel watched his friends vanish in flashes of light and shadow, feeling a strange mix of excitement and emptiness. He knew this was a necessary step, but the idea of training away from the others caused an unease he couldn't quite explain. Then, Aine placed her delicate hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention.
"Dear Biel, now we shall go to my domain," she said, her voice serene yet firm, like an enveloping melody in the middle of a storm.
Biel looked at her with determination. "Alright. I’m ready."
In a blink, reality shattered like a broken mirror, and the world around him changed. The sensation of being pulled through space was as if a celestial breeze enveloped him—light yet uncontrollable. In an instant, Biel, Charlotte, and Yumi found themselves in a city that defied all expectation.
It was a majestic metropolis of immaculate elegance. The streets were paved with stones that reflected the sunlight as if they were stars trapped in the earth. The buildings, of refined architecture, seemed built of ivory and gold, rising toward the sky with a grace that was almost divine. The breeze carried a sweet scent, a perfume of exotic flowers that floated in the air like a whisper.
"It's... beautiful," Charlotte murmured, her eyes reflecting the awe consuming her.
Yumi, beside her, looked around with a mix of wonder and caution. "This is like nothing I’ve ever seen before..."
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Aine smiled sweetly, her hair waving in the wind like silver threads. "This is my territory," she said with pride, spreading her arms. "And here we shall train for six months. This will be the place where you grow strong, where you break your limits and become more powerful versions of yourselves."
Biel looked at her with a spark of resolve. "Then we will do whatever is necessary. I won't waste this time."
"Here, in this city, everything you desire will be within your reach," Aine continued. "Clothes, lodging, food... anything you need. You don't have to worry about money, for in this realm, money does not exist."
Charlotte frowned slightly. "That sounds... too perfect."
"We aren't used to receiving so much for nothing in return," Yumi added.
Biel crossed his arms, looking at Aine with respect. "We appreciate your hospitality, Aine, but we won't abuse your kindness. We came here to train, not to be pampered."
Aine’s eyes flashed with immense tenderness, but also a shadow of melancholy. "Biel, you are my Bearer. You deserve all of this and much more. You have been through so much—too much. It is time for you, even if only for a moment, to experience a world where you can breathe without weight upon your shoulders."
The words fell over Biel like a warm breeze, yet also like a silent dagger. He remembered everything—the wounds, the battles, the losses. "There is no rest for those who must be strong," he whispered.
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Aine guided them through the cobbled streets toward the heart of the city. As they walked, people began to bow in respect, greeting Aine with smiles.
"Great Fragment of the Eternal Flame, it is an honor to see you again," said two figures emerging from the crowd.
"This time, I will be training these three people for six months," Aine said with an unquestionable authority. "And I count on your help to make this training effective."
The two individuals bowed. The first, a young man with dark hair and a sharp gaze, stepped forward. "My name is Lacape. I am a Fragment, but not like the Great Fragments. You could say I am a Lower Fragment."
The other, a young woman with a firm posture and piercing eyes, introduced herself as well. "My name is Jun. Like my brother, I am a Lower Fragment."
"We are siblings, though she is older," Lacape added with a smirk. "Don't let my relaxed attitude fool you; her temper is much firmer than mine."
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Aine gestured, and a portal of shimmering energy materialized. "It’s time to head to the training grounds. I have been preparing this place to strengthen your capabilities to the maximum."
One by one, they crossed the threshold. When their feet touched solid ground again, they were in a vast, open field. A horizon of unbreakable earth stretched as far as the eye could see. The sky was a deep blue, and the wind had a distinct weight, charged with an energy that electrified the skin.
"This is the training field He prepared," Aine said solemnly. "Here you can unleash all your power without worrying about destroying anything. Now, each of you will have a different task. Yumi, you will train with Jun. Charlotte and Biel, however, must pass a test before beginning your true training."
Lacape crossed his arms, waiting patiently. "I will gladly wait for Charlotte to finish her test before I begin her training."
Biel frowned. There was something in the way Aine spoke that sent a shiver down his spine.
"A test? What kind of test is it?"
Aine took a breath, and for an instant, a shadow of sorrow flickered in her eyes before she answered. "Biel, Charlotte... forgive me, but this test will be the most difficult to overcome. You will have to relive the past."
Charlotte’s eyes widened in surprise. "Relive the past? You mean... we’re going to travel back in time?"
Aine shook her head gently. "Not exactly. You won’t change anything that has already occurred. However, you will relive every moment with absolute clarity. You will feel all the pain, every decision, every loss... but also every truth you have tried to forget."
Biel’s heart skipped a beat. He felt a hollowness as deep as if gravity itself had vanished around him. "Don't tell me..." he whispered. "Will we have to relive the memories of our parents?"
The wind blew with sudden force, as if nature itself were reacting to his anguish. The idea of facing those memories was like staring into an endless abyss. Aine didn't respond immediately, but her gaze confirmed everything.
Charlotte closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them with resolve. "If this is necessary to become stronger... I will do it."
Biel swallowed hard, feeling a lump in his throat. "I have no other choice. Must I face the truth?"
Aine stepped closer and placed a hand on his shoulder—soft, yet with an undeniable weight. "Sometimes, to move forward, we must face what we fear most. This is not a punishment, Biel. It is the only path for your power to be fully unleashed."
The young man clenched his fists. He knew there were things in his past he never wanted to see again. Yet, if this meant gaining the strength needed to protect what he loved, then he would do it.
"So be it," he whispered, unaware that his fingers were trembling slightly.
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Aine closed her eyes and raised her hands with solemnity. Her voice resonated with the gravity of an unshakeable judgment, yet with the sweetness of a prayer.
"To relive the past is the impulse to surpass oneself... and it shall be the spark that pushes you to the very limit of your capabilities."
Biel and Charlotte felt a pull at their souls, an inescapable drag. Before they could react, their bodies gave way. Their pupils dilated, and in an instant, they collapsed, falling into a bottomless abyss.
Aine exhaled softly, her expression serene but her heart heavy. With a gesture, she materialized two beds of crystalline energy and placed their unconscious forms upon them. A solitary tear slid down her cheek and was lost in the ether.
Lacape approached with calculated steps. He asked no questions; he already knew the answer. "You know what they’ll have to face, don't you?" he said in a low voice.
"Yes..." her voice was a barely audible whisper. "I know this test is necessary... but I also know the pain they will relive will be much worse than anything they have already endured."
Lacape crossed his arms. "Suffering is a cruel teacher, but also the most honest. If he overcomes this, no mental barrier will be able to stop him."
"When their parents died," Aine’s voice broke for an instant, "Biel was with his grandparents and his sister. He never saw their final moments... he never knew what they felt in their last breath. But now... this test will make him see it all. He will feel the despair, the helplessness, the terror in his parents' eyes when they understood their fate. He will see what he was never meant to see."
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Everything was blurred. A dense mist enveloped him, as if time and space had dissolved into a sea of shadows. Biel felt his heart beating frantically as his voice was lost in that void.
"Where am I? I can't see anything!"
The echo of his own voice vanished. The ground beneath his feet was inconsistent, like walking upon a whisper, upon a memory that threatened to crumble at any moment.
"Little brother... look over here."
Charlotte’s voice cut through the fog like an arrow of light. Biel turned quickly and followed the sound. The mist dissipated little by little, revealing a scene that made his chest tighten immediately.
There they were.
"Dad... Mom..." Biel whispered, his voice choked with emotion.
His parents stood right before him, smiling, bathed in the warm light of the sunset. Biel tried to take a step toward them, but something invisible held him back. His fingers reached out, longing to touch those beloved figures, but it was like trying to touch the reflection of the moon on water.
"Dad! Mom!"
But they didn't hear him. They couldn't. His voice was lost in time, leaving no trace behind.
Then, a much smaller version of himself appeared, running toward them. A ten-year-old boy with a face lit by innocence and the confidence of a world where his parents would always be present.
"Mommy, Daddy, where are you going?"
His mother leaned down and gently stroked his hair, her smile a sunbeam trapped in time. "We’re going to a work meeting, my sweetheart. We’re running late, so we’re leaving you with your grandparents. Take care of your sister, okay?"
The young Biel nodded with enthusiasm. "Yes, Mom! I’ll take care of her."
The adult Biel felt something inside him tear apart. Those had been the last words his mother ever spoke to him before vanishing from his life forever. Tears began to slide down his face—cold as blades, burning like embers.
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Charlotte approached, her expression shattered as she looked at her parents. "She was my mother... and he was my father..." her voice trembled, eyes clouded by tears. "I don't remember them very well... but something in my heart beats wildly seeing them."
Biel couldn't hold it back any longer. He screamed—a cry full of pain, rage, and helplessness. He fell to his knees, clawing at the ground as if he could rip the suffering out with his own hands.
"This is too much!"
Charlotte hugged him with all her might, enveloping him in a warmth that neither time nor tragedy could extinguish. "Mommy told you to take care of me, remember?" her voice was a broken but firm whisper. "Don't lose yourself, little brother. Now I will take care of you, too."
Biel, feeling his sister's warmth, breathed jaggedly and wrapped his arms around her, as if fearing he might lose her as well. "Little sister... I love you so much."
In that instant, the scene changed. Like a painting erased by the wind, the world transformed. Now they were on the street, watching their parents get into a car. Biel felt a lump in his throat. He knew what was coming next.
Inside the car, his parents were talking. There was no worry on their faces, only love and hope. "Dear, have you noticed how much our little one has grown?" his mother asked.
"It’s true," his father replied with a proud smile. "He’s only ten, but he already knows so much."
His mother sighed, looking out the window with an expression of dreams and longings. "When he grows up... I want to be there to see it."
Biel’s heart stopped. Reality pierced him without mercy. "NOOOOO!" he screamed with overflowing fury, with an impossible pain to contain. His cry became a tempest, a roar that tore through the skies of his own consciousness.
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The memory continued, relentless. Charlotte was the one watching now. The car moved slowly down the road. "My little girl is so beautiful, too..." her mother whispered, her fingers tapping her lap tenderly, as if caressing Charlotte through time. "I will always take care of my children."
Charlotte felt a shiver run down her spine. Her heart pounded as those words hit her from within, stirring something buried in the deepest part of her soul.
"I will take care of them too," her father responded firmly. "They are the most important thing to me."
Charlotte’s breath hitched. For the first time, she felt a void inside that she couldn't explain. An abyss without a name opening in her chest. The tears she hadn't shed in years began to pour.
"No... I can't...!" she whispered, falling to her knees. Her legs could no longer support her.
Biel looked up and saw Charlotte collapsed on the ground. For a moment, his own suffering dissipated, replaced by the agony of seeing his sister crumble. He hugged her tightly. "I don't remember them well, Biel... I don't have as many memories as you. But now... I see them, I hear them... and something in my heart breaks."
The sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. The scene began to fade slowly, like sand swept away by the wind. But the pain remained. And they knew the worst was yet to come.
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The memory reached its tragic climax. The roar of engines, the screeching of brakes, his mother's muffled scream. Everything blended into a symphony of chaos. Biel watched in horror as the car lost control, flipped through the air several times, and crashed with brutal impact. Sparks flew into the sky like nightmare fireworks while metal crunched and glass shattered into a thousand bright fragments.
Then, silence. A cruel silence.
Biel staggered toward the scene. When he saw the motionless bodies of his parents inside the wreckage, the air left his lungs. Their chests no longer rose or fell. Their eyes, once full of love, were closed in a sleep from which there was no return.
"NOOO!" Biel screamed, falling to his knees. His voice tore the night apart.
The world collapsed. The field was shrouded in an abyss of shadows—an open wound. Charlotte tried to run to him, but an invisible barrier stopped her. She pounded against the energy field with trembling fists.
"Biel, please!" she cried. "Don't lose yourself in the darkness!"
She had seen their parents' tragic end too, but she knew her brother was suffering far more. She watched him crumble, drowning in a shadow that threatened to consume him completely.
But then, a light ignited in the darkness. A warm, familiar, and comforting light. Biel felt a soft, serene presence enveloping him. He looked up, and there they were.
"Mommy... Daddy..." he whispered, his voice broken by sobs.
Charlotte saw them too. Their parents walked toward them with tender smiles, filled with the same light that had illuminated their lives so many years ago. His mother leaned toward Biel and caressed his cheek with the softness of a spring breeze.
"My boy... you’ve grown so much," she whispered sweetly. "It gladdens me to see that you are well."
Biel’s father smiled with pride. "Son, you are almost an adult now. I am sorry I wasn't by your side while you grew... but I was always watching you from heaven, praying for your well-being and for you to be strong."
Charlotte covered her mouth with both hands upon hearing those words. Her mother approached her and took her hands in hers—warm and full of love. "My girl... you are much more beautiful than I remembered. You have always been a light for those around you."
Charlotte fell to her knees, unable to contain the torrent of tears that suffocated her. Her heart beat wildly, as if her body were clinging to that image, as if she didn't want to let them go again.
"Dad... Mom..." Biel sobbed. "Why did you have to go?"
"Do not cry, my love," his mother said with tenderness and a hint of sorrow. "You will fill your handsome face with grief, and we do not want that."
His father knelt before him and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Remember, son... always move forward. We are gone, but we will never disappear from your heart."
Biel felt the weight of those words sink into his soul. He nodded with trembling lips, clinging to every instant, to every second of that moment he knew would soon vanish. "Mommy... Daddy... thank you... thank you for everything you gave us," he whispered. "I miss you both so much... but I promise I will never forget you."
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The energy field began to crack. Small fissures of light opened in the air, as if the world itself were breaking apart.
"No!" Charlotte cried. "Don't go yet!"
Biel’s father gave her one last warm, serene look. "It is time to return to heaven, little one... but we will never stop being with you."
The light became blinding. Biel and Charlotte felt their parents' embrace one last time—their warmth, their love, their protection—and then, everything dissolved into a sweet and fleeting breeze.
When they opened their eyes, they were no longer in the memory. The test was over.
The world felt heavy at first, as if Biel were emerging from a dream that was far too real. His breathing was jagged, his chest heaving, but as soon as he saw Charlotte’s trembling form before him, the weight in his heart dissipated. Without a thought, he hugged her with all his strength.
"I will always protect you, little sister..." he whispered, his voice shaking with emotion and relief.
"Thank you, big brother..." she replied, her voice breaking. She held onto him like an anchor in the middle of a storm.
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Aine watched them in silence. For the first time since the test began, her expression softened with a flash of relief and joy. Biel had returned, but not as he was before. His eyes, though carrying the weight of the past, no longer reflected the same despair. Now, there was something else in them.
Determination.
It was as if the shadow that always haunted him had dissipated, as if he had finally found a reason to move forward without being consumed by pain. Aine stepped closer.
"Welcome back, Biel," she said softly but firmly. "I knew you could do it."
Biel slowly pulled away from Charlotte and looked at Aine. His expression was no longer that of a child trapped in grief, but of someone who had walked through hell and emerged with a new conviction.
"It wasn't easy..." he admitted, clenching his fists. "But now I understand. I cannot change the past, but I can honor it with my actions."
Aine nodded, satisfied. "Then, you are ready."
Aine smiled sweetly. "Then let the true training begin."
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