Isaki, Rael, and Lian finally reached the edge of the vast central plaza. As they stepped forward, their eyes were drawn to the grand structure looming over the bustling square. The towering monument they had heard so much about stood proudly ahead—a massive clock tower that seemed to scrape the sky, its stonework an intricate display of ancient symbols and carvings that exuded a sense of timelessness.

"There it is," Lian breathed in awe, his voice hushed as if speaking louder would break the magic of the moment. "The Kairos Clock Tower."

The boys moved closer, each step bringing them nearer to the imposing structure. The clock face was large, almost impossibly so, with hands frozen in place, unmoving. The clock's frame was adorned with delicate, swirling patterns, as if telling stories lost to time. Despite the wear of countless years, the tower seemed untouched by the elements, its beauty preserved by some unseen force.

As they approached, they noticed an old man standing at the base of the tower. His weathered face was turned upwards, his eyes fixed on the still clock hands. His posture was one of quiet contemplation, as though he had been standing there for hours, maybe days. The wrinkles on his face and the faint tremor in his hands spoke of years of wisdom, and his faded robes fluttered gently in the afternoon breeze.

Sensing their presence, the old man slowly lowered his gaze and turned to look at them. His eyes were bright and sharp, belying the frailty of his body. With a soft smile, he greeted the young cadets.

"Young travelers," he said, his voice calm and steady despite his age. "You must be new to Lachesis. I can tell by the way you look at the tower. Its mystery pulls you in, doesn't it?"

The three boys exchanged glances before Rael, always the most straightforward of the group, responded with a nod. "Yeah, we just arrived. We're cadets, here for the Fate Academy."

The old man's smile broadened, and he chuckled softly. "Ah, of course. So you're cadets, on the verge of a great journey. And yet, you find yourselves drawn to this tower." He looked back up at the clock. "Not a bad place to start."

Isaki, captivated by the tower's grandeur, stepped closer. "This tower… it's incredible. But what is it exactly? Why does it feel so… different?"

The old man's gaze returned to the tower, his eyes tracing its curves and edges as though he had seen them a thousand times before. "This, my young friends, is the Kairos Clock Tower. And the word Kairos itself holds a special meaning. It's an ancient term, used to describe the 'opportune moment.' Not just any moment, but the moment—when something extraordinary happens, when fate intervenes, when everything aligns perfectly."

The boys listened, hanging on every word.

"Kairos…" Isaki murmured, tasting the word. "So, this tower represents that moment?"

The old man nodded. "Indeed. This tower is more than just a clock. It's a symbol of time—of the moments that shape our lives. It was built thousands of years ago, though no one knows exactly when or by whom. Some say it was here before history itself was written. But there's something else that makes it unique…"

Lian, always curious, leaned in. "What is it?"

The old man smiled knowingly, as though he had been waiting for that very question. "The clock has never worked. Not once. The hands remain frozen, no matter how much time passes."

Rael, furrowing his brow, glanced up at the motionless hands of the clock. "It's never worked? But it looks perfectly fine. Why hasn't anyone fixed it?"

"Ah," the old man chuckled again, his eyes gleaming with hidden knowledge. "Many have tried. Over the centuries, some of the greatest minds, scholars, and craftsmen have attempted to repair it. Even those with great magical power have tried their hand. But the clock resists all efforts to make it function. It remains still, as if time itself refuses to move here."

Isaki felt a chill run down his spine. There was something deeply unsettling about a clock that could not be repaired. "So it's… frozen in time?"

"Yes," the old man replied, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "But it's more than that. Despite its stillness, the tower emits a faint aura—a kind of energy that has baffled all who've studied it. It's as if the tower is alive, in a way. Ancient, yet pulsing with life."

Rael, intrigued but still skeptical, tilted his head. "An aura? From a structure this old?"

The old man nodded slowly. "Yes, young one. It's something few can sense, but it's there. Many believe that this aura is connected to the mysteries of time itself. Some say it's a remnant of the magic that built the tower. Others think it's something more… profound."

Lian's eyes widened, his imagination running wild. "That's… incredible. But why does it have an aura? And what does it mean?"

The old man's expression grew somber as he looked at them, the weight of years of knowledge resting in his gaze. "There's a legend, passed down through the generations of this city. It says that the Kairos Clock Tower stopped at the very moment a great war came to an end, long ago. The clock has remained frozen ever since. And yet, the legend also foretells that one day, when the time is right—when the Kairos moment comes—the clock will begin to move again."

Isaki, Rael, and Lian stood in stunned silence, the gravity of the old man's words sinking in. The idea that such an ancient and powerful structure could one day spring to life, marking the arrival of some momentous event, was almost too much to comprehend.

"When the clock moves again," the old man continued, his voice now low and reverent, "it is said that the world will change. Some say it will herald the dawn of a new era. Others whisper that it will bring back something long forgotten… or someone."

Isaki felt a deep sense of awe wash over him, as if the very air around the tower was charged with significance. "So… it's not just a tower. It's a sign. A symbol of something greater."

The old man smiled faintly, his eyes twinkling with unspoken wisdom. "Yes, young cadet. The Kairos Clock Tower is more than just stone and gears. It's a reminder that time is not something we control. It waits for the right moment, and when that moment comes… everything will change."

Rael, usually quick with a retort, found himself speechless. Lian, wide-eyed, stared up at the tower, his mind racing with possibilities.

Isaki turned to the old man, bowing his head slightly in gratitude. "Thank you for telling us this. We'll remember it."

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The old man inclined his head in return. "May your paths be clear, and may you be ready when your moment comes."

With that, the old man slowly turned and walked away, leaving the boys standing in the shadow of the Kairos Clock Tower. For a few moments, they remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts, the weight of the legend settling upon them.

Finally, Isaki spoke, his voice quiet but determined. "Let's go. We've got a lot to think about."

Rael and Lian nodded, the boys were left with a lingering sense of awe. But Rael's stomach had other priorities.

"Alright," Rael said, patting his empty stomach. "Admiring ancient towers is one thing, but I promised you the best street food Lachesis has to offer, didn't I? Let's go before I collapse from hunger."

Isaki and Lian couldn't help but chuckle as they followed Rael through the bustling streets of Lachesis. The air was filled with the smells of roasted meats, fresh bread, and spices from the many food stalls that lined the way. The vibrant energy of the market seemed to swirl around them, with vendors shouting out their wares and people bustling about.

It wasn't long before they reached a small, lively food stall, where a fragrant aroma hung in the air. Rael beamed, gesturing toward the vendor.

Rael's enthusiasm was infectious. "I heard this place has some of the best street food in the whole region," he said, glancing back at his friends with a gleam in his eye. "Trust me, you're gonna love it."

Soon enough, they reached a bustling food stall tucked into the corner of the plaza, where the scent of something sweet and refreshing beckoned them closer. Just as they were about to place their order, Isaki's attention was caught by a flash of orange out of the corner of his eye. He blinked, then looked again—there, standing a few feet away, was the girl from the ship, the one who had been with Arya in the wrong cabin. Her long, fiery orange hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her warm brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

Isaki hesitated for a moment, then approached her. "Hey, I remember you," he called out, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You were on the ship with Arya, right? While we were delivering those berries?"

The girl turned, surprised for a moment, before recognition lit up her face. "Oh! You're the guy who ended up in the wrong cabin!" she said, laughing softly.

Isaki nodded. "Yeah, that's me, my name is Isaki, nice to meet you."

Sophia smiled warmly. "My name is sophia, it's nice to officially meet you without the confusion." She glanced around the busy plaza and shrugged. "Arya and I got separated not long after we got off the ship. She had some business to take care of, something she didn't explain, and we're supposed to meet back up when the carriages arrive at the central plaza."

Isaki raised an eyebrow, amused. "She didn't say what it was?"

Sophia chuckled. "Arya's not the type to share details unless she absolutely has to. But she'll be fine."

Rael and Lian, meanwhile, had noticed Isaki's conversation with Sophia and joined them, bowls of something purple and creamy in their hands. Rael grinned as he offered a spoonful to Isaki.

"Dude, check this out—grape ice cream! This is the city's specialty. You've gotta try it!"

Isaki, intrigued, accepted a bowl from the vendor, who was beaming proudly from behind the counter. The man was short and stout, with a salt-and-pepper beard and a jovial expression that made it clear he took pride in his work.

"You kids picked the best spot," the vendor said, wiping his hands on his apron. "This here's Lachesis's finest treat—grape ice cream, made from the juiciest grapes you'll ever taste. We've been serving it for generations."

Isaki took a tentative bite, the cool, velvety texture melting on his tongue. The flavor was sweet, but not overpowering—a perfect balance of fruitiness with a subtle hint of something almost floral. His eyes widened in surprise.

"This… this is incredible," Isaki said, taking another spoonful. "I've never tasted anything like it."

Rael nodded enthusiastically. "I told you, didn't I? The food here is on another level!"

Lian was equally impressed, savoring his own bowl with a contented sigh. "I could get used to this."

Sophia smiled, taking a small bite of her own. "Lachesis is known for its unique flavors. You should try the lavender bread next time—another local favorite."

As they finished their treat, Rael stretched his arms above his head. "So, what's next? We've still got some time before the carriages show up."

Before Isaki could respond, Sophia's eyes lit up with an idea. "Have you guys visited the fortune teller yet? She's pretty famous around here. They say she can predict anyone's future with eerie accuracy."

Rael's interest was piqued immediately. "A fortune teller? Now that sounds fun! I've never had my fortune read before."

Lian looked equally curious. "I've heard about her! People say she's the real deal—like, she actually sees the future."

Isaki, however, remained skeptical. "A fortune teller? You don't seriously believe in that stuff, do you?"

Rael laughed, slapping Isaki on the back. "Come on, man. Where's your sense of adventure? Even if it's just for fun, we should check it out. What's the harm?"

Lian nodded eagerly. "Yeah, it could be interesting! Who knows? Maybe we'll learn something useful."

Isaki sighed, realizing he was outnumbered. "Alright, fine. Let's go. But don't expect me to take any of it seriously."

Sophia smiled at their banter. "It's just down this way. I'll take you there."

With that, the four of them weaved their way through the crowded streets of Lachesis once more. As they ventured deeper into the market, the lively noise of the crowd began to fade, replaced by a quieter, more mysterious atmosphere. The stalls grew fewer, and soon, they found themselves standing before a small, dimly lit tent at the edge of the market.

The tent itself was a deep purple, adorned with golden symbols and ancient runes that seemed to shimmer in the fading light. The faint scent of incense drifted from within, and a glowing crystal ball sat on a small table just inside the entrance.

Sophia gestured to the tent with a slight smile. "Here we are. The fortune teller's tent."

Rael's eyes gleamed with excitement as he exchanged a look with Lian. "This is gonna be awesome," he whispered.

Isaki, still skeptical, folded his arms. "Well, we're here. Let's see what all the fuss is about."

With a shared glance of anticipation, the four of them stepped closer to the entrance of the fortune teller's tent.