The people I have in my life right now, there are specific aspects of my relationship with them which makes them unique when compared; Louise, Izzy, Miranda, Mother, Brother Elias and Avery, Mr. Reinhardt, and Mr. Hanz, even Daniel who I met only once. But father was confusing to look at in general, as my interactions with him bared no special meaning nor connection. Is it sad, that I can remember no words spoken between me and my father now?

Today was the first I can say, sitting here on the couch across from the man, with Louise standing dutifully behind me from where I sat. Mother sits next to father straight and composed. With mother all professional next to him, you can tell father was many times more relaxed in comparison. Who would you believe is the true head ruler of this kingdom if you had no prior knowledge of the statuses? Fortunately, from what I read in books about our kingdom and knowledge from Mr. Reinhardt, who I doubt would ever be biased, explained to me that father came from a very humble beginning. I was shocked; how did a son of a poor farmer become king?

Simple: Father is in his late thirties, so when he was fairly young, the kingdoms of the land still fought one another, making it a high demand for army recruits. My father loved his mother and father and soon decided to join a small army camp, which gave a salary a little above the regular rate of workers, so he could relieve them of paying taxes. Unfortunately, or fortunately seeing who he has become, the army camp he joined was raided. He was left the only survivor, managing to kill the leader that had led that raid, making the army back off from advancing to the town he lived in. News spread about his actions quickly, and a commander took interest in him despite many of the people cries of it being a fluke. The commander, Sir Tion J. Degar - a person still told in history as someone greatly respected -  took him in as a servant and apprentice to teach combat, offering protection to his village and parents in return for his service. My father agreed without hesitation.

The raiders returned with a greater force to take revenge, but they were defeated by Sir Tion's own men. Over the course of the years, through Sir Tion's tutelage, he became renowned as a powerful fighter and prodigy of combat just like my brother, Elias. His valor allowed him a strong bond with the commander and once Sir Tion had passed away from a heart condition, Father took over as commander, coming to own his land and army as well. No one protested against his inheritance.

The previous King, the one before Father, offered his sister's hand in marriage to him. Father at first wanted to deny the offer respectively, so he went to the engagement meeting to do so face to face. Meeting mother, he was surprised. Mr. Reinhardt knew in detail the happenings of that day as he had been present as Father's attendee. He said that Father had expected Mother to be the stereotypical royal princess, dependent on others with hard-pressed mannerisms. In reality, Mother turned out to be wholly independent, allowing the king to give out her hand in marriage because she knew she had to one day - so why not a reputable new lord? 

The meeting turned out to be a one on one bonding between father and mother on the old King's persistence for them to know each other. Such little details on the old King, yet it still gets me interested in wanting to know the man himself. When I asked about him specifically, Mr. Reinhardt's expression turned amused as he answered, "The previous king was certainly one of a kind. He was... charming if I have to find a way to describe him. He was the type of person anyone would come to like with his uniqueness." Mr. Reinhardt shook his head, "Even I have a hard time to truly describe how I think of him. You have to meet him to understand."

"So, what happened to him?" How did father take over being king after him? - was my unasked question.

Mr. Reinhardt sighed. "It was an accident. The king has a responsibility of keeping peace with the neighboring kingdoms, making the king take a trip across the mountain once a year to meet and discuss any updates the other Kingdoms, and ours would need to know. On the journey back, a witness had said it was the horses trip on a rock which overturned the King's carriage, making it fall off the side of the cliff which they had been traveling along. The previous King did not make it. As you would know, the King was loved greatly, from commoners to the highest position of a noble. It was a time of great grief for our Kingdom from this unexpected tragedy." He further explained that the area the accident happened was examined thoroughly for anything that may have been suspicious. Alas, nothing had come up in a year of scavenging that one place the horse tripped and the carriage fell for any clues. 

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The previous King had not married or accepted any engagement offers, that I have yet to know why. With no heir provided by him, Mother becomes the heir to the throne as queen as she was the sister, and had convinced Father to marry her the same month, crowning him King. 

If I had not known such things beforehand, I would've doubted father's capabilities right now. Lazy eyes, unkempt hair swiped back, lax body position - nothing of a King's aura flowed out from him. I realized, he hadn't seemed to have the presence of a King even at Izzy's coming of age. It made me wonder, did he really want to be King? A very large question to ever ask out loud, but my thoughts are this. Or it could all be due to his origins as the son of a poor farmer.

I was in their presence in the king's lounge room, a more professional room connected to their actual bedroom because I had been called by father and mother for an important talk. I doubt I was in any trouble. "We had thought we would talk about this a little later, but it came to me that the sooner you know, the better it will be." I blinked in confusion as mother spoke, "It's about you and your condition."

"My condition?" Suddenly, the atmosphere of the room tensed, mostly from Louise as he stood guard behind me.

"Hmm," Father seemed as lax as ever. "When a child turns nine, we would begin preparing them to attend Alistair Academy."

"I'm only eight," I say.

"As your mother said, we had decided to talk to you a little early because of your condition." I decided against repeating my first question, knowing it would be explained, and Father did. "When your mother was still carrying you, there were many complications. We thought we would lose you before you were even born. When we finally had the situation thoroughly examined, we found out that you had opened your gates still in the womb."

It took me a moment to truly understand the meaning behind the words, and my mouth parted in shock. "Wait. When Mr. Reinhardt said I was the rarest..."

"He had meant this. What he didn't get to explain further," How would father know how much he explained? "...Is that there is a certain danger of opening your gates early. When the gates are opened early, more aura is stored within you. It's already dangerous when one's aura takes form at the normal age. What do you think would happen when someone had their gates opened from before birth?"

I furrowed my brows, "Dangerous?"

Mother decided to take over, "When the Aura takes form, it is first expelled from where it had been stored."

"In an explosion?" I specified in question.

"Yes."

I blinked a few times, shaking my head. "How does the person releasing the aura survive that?"

"The explosion doesn't harm them, but the radius around them." Mother answered.

"And how big is that?"

"It's kept a little under two hundred feet in radius."

"And that's a normal formation?"

"Yes."

"Oh, my god." I mouthed to myself paling.

From my expression, they knew I understood what they were explaining about my condition. Father leaned back and draped his arms over the backrest as he said, "It's rare, but there are still procedures made to control one who opened their gates early, but we have never heard of a person opening them as a fetus. It's completely unknown and had scared many of the physicians and aura researchers. We're unsure of when your aura might take form."

"if that's the case," I started slowly, "Why do you let me around all the people in the palace?" My thoughts were on Izzy specifically.

My parents were quiet for a second before mother answered, "They're not just anyone. All the servants, from the ones that serve you your meals, to Louise who personally attends to you, understand your situation and have trained to make emergency preparation when you start to show signs of your aura taking form. We even have two of the best specialists whose aura's have taken the form of shields. it would potentially stop the blast from going further from where it is present."

I look back to Louise as the information settled in me before turning back. "Oh," Was all I could really say. How else would I react when I've just been told to be a danger to everything and everyone around me. "That doesn't explain Izzy."

"Miranda is there with her. Her aura had taken the form of speed, she could make a five hundred feet distance within a minute."

"But Louise, his aura is weightlessness."

Father gave a pointed look to Louise. Said man came around from behind me and bowed his head, "The explosion is outward from a person's being. Being weightless, I can jump above it."

 I slam my palm on the armrest of the chair I sat upon, letting out some of the frustration building within me. "Being hit with the explosion, of course, is something to avoid, but there's a danger of being near one!" 

"And I assure you, My prince, you have nothing to worry about," Louise said soothingly.

Lies. There's everything to be worried about.