"How am I supposed to teach him when i can’t even speak? Agh." Those were Allyson's thoughts as she tried to find some way to teach that boy to use the power he possessed. The reality is that she was taking risks by staying there, but she was intrigued to know how far he could go. If young Jerre improved, he could rebuild the whole farm, fix any problem, and surely drastically improve the last years of his parents' lives. Not to mention that he could even get any kind of work off the farm and earn a lot of coin.

Those who were born prodigious and were able to use the power of their soul at such a young age and even possessed rare affinities were highly sought for all kinds of jobs, Lys herself had not entered the bloody crows by sheer coincidence, they knew perfectly well what her skills were and therefore decided to train her, but despite all the training there was always a certain disdain of the young assassin towards the idea of ending the lives of others, she wanted to always do what was just.

His morale was stronger than they had imagined, and the leader of the crows knew this perfectly, that's why he ordered Sauvre to end her life, or so she imagined, wanted to believe... However, she still carried the weight of those two men she killed so easily, as if their lives didn’t have the slightest value, with a simple movement so memorized that it was capable of being executed without even thinking about it, for her body the idea of killing was as natural as breathing and that was something that had always terrified her since that last mission.

After a few weeks of hard work on the farm, Lys and Jerre found the necessary free time to start practicing, so there they were, in the old barn with its only source of light being a simple lamp. Jerre did not want his parents to find out that he had also manifested his affinity so the training had to be hidden. Lys had had a bad night the day before, so that distraction was just what she needed to leave her past behind.

However ... teaching without being able to talk was going to prove to be the difficult, and the young Jerre could not read so it complicated things even more.

"So… What will we do to train?" Asked the boy, he was somewhat nervous about the situation in which he had ended, after all he was alone with a young woman, and although his body had the appearance of someone much younger, he was a teenager.

"Hum, he's nervous." The girl thought to herself as she watched the young man. She was really good at reading people, if she concentrated enough she could even know when someone was lying, everyone usually makes different faces when it comes to telling the truth or lying, such as avoiding eye contact, looking down, or looking up if you are thinking about something that really happened and try to remember it, as well as in general the heartbeat which is usually accelerated when you are lying, something she could notice when she used the power of her soul to enhance her hearing.

Lys snapped her fingers in front of the young man, her face turned severe, she stood firm and began to breathe calmly, moving her hands from bottom to top in coordination with her breathing, prompting the young man to imitate her gesture. Jerre began to breathe deep concentrating. The key to controlling the affinity that both had was a clear and creative thinking, imagination was extremely important as well as knowledge, one had to know exactly what he wanted to achieve in order to manifest it.

The young assassin stretched her hand concentrating and began to create a small wooden figure in the shape of a horse, something simple while waiting for the boy to follow her steps and imitate her action.

"Should I... Should I try to do the same?" The young man was insecure about it, swallowed hard and tried to start creating that figure, however his clear nervousness only led him to a disastrous end. Although a small figure began to form on his hand, it twisted, losing whatever shape it might have had.

"Not bad for a first time..." She thought as she smiled a bit.

"I ... this ... uh ... I'm sorry, I got nervous." The boy had blushed a little, he was nervous for having to stand in front of the girl that had become his teacher, nerves were his worst weakness to use that elemental affinity because without a cold mind and clear thinking there was no way he could generate something with the correct form.

Lys denied trying to comfort the young man, resting her hand on his shoulder, that was just the first real practice, she knew well that he wasn’t going to achieve it the first time, even worst with someone who could not explain in detail what he should do, his training was going to Take much longer because of that.

Nervously at the approach, Jerre walked away from the young assassin, turning his back and sighing heavily, he knew well that her intentions were nothing more than to help him control his power, but in the midst of all those nerves there was also fear and confusion. looking away the boy managed to calm down a little more, simply staring at the wall, denying to himself with disappointment of his own failure.

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"You know ... my brothers were also like me, like us. That's why they were taken to the war." Jerre said that with a sad tone, it was clear that this fact weighed heavily on the boy's young heart. His power had the ability to be both a blessing and a curse, after all if another conflict between kingdoms came to be provoked, he would be forced to leave his parents alone and unable to take care of the farm.

"Fear, sadness ... you need to learn to channel your feelings in another way or you can never concentrate enough to materialize something complex ..." Those were Allyson's thoughts as she listened to Jerre's words. She understood well how feeling that way blocked his abilities, being afraid of what took his brothers away from him was only natural.

From that day the training continued, it began to be more and more constant, the girl tried to teach him some signs to at least be able to communicate simple things with which she could guide him during his training, at first he was quite confused but with time he began to get used to the signs, to understand better and better the teachings that she was trying to transmit.

Lys showed herself to be quite empathic, she understood Jerre's feelings perfectly, she knew exactly when to press him more, when she had to stop, and while she taught him more and more she also learned, she learned to deal with him without being able to talk, she learned to teach him in better ways.

Time passed by, one more season passed and a dangerous winter approached, the young woman enjoyed living in that home, Jerre's parents respected her privacy and appreciated the help she was giving them with the farm, only receiving food and sleeping in the barn was enough for her.

The training continued and little by little Lys was realizing that the boy had great potential. Unfortunately she was not the only one who realized that potential. Out of his knowledge, while the boy was visiting the nearby town to buy some seeds to plant during the winter, he again found himself in trouble, only this time his teacher was not there to save his life.

However, that was not necessary, because the boy in despair of being surrounded by three thieves who wanted to take away the little money he was carrying, without which he would not be able to buy what he needed for the farm to survive the winter that was coming, realized how terrifying his own power could be out of control, because in its purest state its effects could be catastrophic.

A simple touch of his palm on the chest of one of the thieves was enough for the flesh of it to twist violently, the man recoiled before the agonizing pain of feeling his internal organs writhing and mingling with each other, spitting blood instantly and falling to the ground. falling to his knees without even being able to stand.

The other two thieves didn’t end up that different. One of them managed to imprison Jerre from his back, however his arm soon twisted breaking his bones at that moment, leaving the boy who now ran desperate to the only exit of that alley, the third had the bad luck to simply stay on his way, Jerre tried to push him out of the way, but it was not his physical strength that made him move, but the devastating effects of his uncontrolled power.

He did not even turn to see the state he had left them in, he just kept running without stopping.

The training that night was strange, Lys realized that something had happened even though the boy did not want to tell her anything, it was clear that he was completely out of focus, more afraid of using his power than on previous days.

"I can feel his fear ... Why did it get worse so much from one day to the next?" She thought as she watched the young man, trying to figure out what could be disturbing his concentration to such a degree. Finally she decided and simply snapped his fingers in front of him to get his attention, finishing the training. The young woman tried to ask what had happened to him by signs, however the boy refused and pretended not to understand and to be feeling well, and simply went to sleep.

The next morning Lys decided to go to the nearby town to try to find out if something had happened to him during his stay there, after all it had been the only thing different from that week, his trip to that border town.

To her surprise she found that the safety of the town had improved, the guards were more active and seemed to be looking for someone in particular, fearing the worst returned to cover his face and looking for some small dark alley to hide. There she concentrated the power of his soul in his ears, drastically enhancing her hearing to try to listen to any conversation that the guards might have that could interest her.

However, the moment she tried to improve her hearing, a deafening sound almost destroyed her ears, she took both hands to cover them with desperation, she seemed to want to scream in pain. In that instant she knew that the worst had happened, there was no reason for something like that to be playing at all times, that infernal beep could only mean one thing ... the crows had reached her at last.

That stinging whistle was still coming out of the barracks where the guard was staying, Lys knew she could not waste time in that town, she needed to return as soon as possible and get away before they discover her. Dizzy with the disorientation caused by that loud sound and with some drops of blood coming out of her ears, the young girl tried to get away from there as soon as possible and return to the farm.

She tried to make sure no one was following her, hiding as best she could before finally arriving at her new home, one she would soon lose. After arriving she simply went into the barn where she rested and dropped on the simple pile of straw where she slept. She was exhausted, extremely disoriented and feared that they could track her, at that moment what she needed most was to calm down before her powers began to manifest in an erratic way.

She tried to calm her feelings, closed her eyes for a few moments and finally let herself go, falling asleep.

The crows had found her... now all her happiness would be over again, she feared for her future, for her life, for the lives of those who had welcomed her for several months already. When her eyes opened again she was no longer in that barn, but again in the capital city of Wunor...