Days passed.
Training began.
Auron studied sword forms, spell circles, history, and elemental control. He trained with Lyra every morning — her nature magic balancing his raw storm power.
But at night… he dreamed.
He saw a temple hidden in mist. Inside it, a pedestal. And on it, a shard — glowing with the same light as his sword once had.
One day, during a meditation class, the headmaster placed a crystal in front of Auron.
"Focus," Kaelen said. "Find the shape of your magic."
As Auron touched the crystal, lightning exploded outward. Images flashed in the air — of a lost temple, of an ancient beast, of a broken sword.
The crystal cracked.
Kaelen stepped back, eyes wide.
"You've seen it, haven't you?" he asked.
Auron nodded. "The sword. It's still out there."
Kaelen placed a scroll in his hand.
"Then it's time," he said. "Your first mission."
—
Auron stood at the edge of the Academy that night, Lyra beside him.
"We're going into the wilds?" she asked.
Auron nodded. "To find the first shard. And the first piece… of who I was."
Lightning flashed in the distance.
The storm was just beginning.