FALYN ELWAY’S P.O.V

In my sleep, the world of memories washed over me like an incoming tide. The gentle sound of waves lapping at the shore blended with my own heartbeat, creating a soothing rhythm that carried me into the depths of my past.

I found myself standing in a place that felt both familiar and distant. It was a serene meadow, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The colors of the sky mirrored the breathtaking sunset I had witnessed with Selina at the beach. But this place was different; it was a meadow where I had spent moments of my youth.

The memories came flooding back. I was a young adult. Not the teen I was now, but, my previous life. I stood beside someone who meant the world to me. The person who would keep me sane throughout the war and chaos. Elima.

As we gazed at the sunset, Elima placed a hand on my shoulder and spoke with a voice filled with wisdom beyond her years. "Remember to cherish the moments like this. Life may have its battles, but it's also full of beauty and wonder. You have a gift, and one day, you'll use it to protect and inspire."

I watched, captivated by the memory, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a rich tapestry of colors across the sky. It was a moment of perfect serenity, a glimpse into a simpler time.

The memory faded as I awoke from my dream, the echo of Elima's voice still lingering in my ears.

It was still nightfall and from my bed I could see the sea of stars in the sly from out my hotel balcony I decided to take a breather outside.

Under the veil of night, I found solace on the balcony of my hotel room. The cool breeze swept over me, carrying with it the faint scent of the ocean. I gazed up at the sea of stars that adorned the night sky, their distant, shimmering light a source of comfort and wonder.

The memories of Elima, the person who had been my anchor in the tumultuous past, were still fresh in my mind. She had been my mentor, my confidante, and my unwavering support during a time of chaos and war. Her presence and state of mind had shaped me into the person I had become.

I pondered the words she had spoken to me in that dream, echoing the sentiments of my sister in a previous dream. Cherish the moments, protect what you hold dear, and use your gift to inspire. It was a common thread, a message from two important figures in my life.

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The past and the present converged in my thoughts. The tournament, the elemental battles, the people I had met, and the bonds I had formed—all were part of my journey. I had a responsibility not just to wield my power but to use it for a greater purpose, to protect and inspire those around me.

As I gazed at the stars, their distant light seemed to hold the answers to questions I had yet to ask. The world was vast, and there was much to learn and discover. The final round of the tournament awaited, and with it, the opportunity to prove my abilities and to uphold the values instilled in me by Elima.

Rye's presence turned corporeal as he materialized and joined me in our shared moment.

"The memories of that girl, Fal," he began, a contemplative look in his eyes, "they're growing more vivid as time goes on."

I nodded, understanding the weight of those recollections. "I know, Rye."

Curiosity tugged at him as he inquired further, "Who is she? I see her every time I sleep in your mana core."

I gazed at the flickering flames of our shared fire, my thoughts reaching back into the distant past. "She's someone from a time long gone by, Rye. One of these days, I promise, I'll share the whole story with you."

Rye nodded, his silent acknowledgment an unspoken trust in my words. Together, we turned our attention towards the vast and mysterious horizon, lost in thought and contemplation, our eyes fixed on the distant landscape.

ZEPHYRUS ELWAY’S P.O.V

The long-awaited day of the Final Rounds had finally arrived, and the archipelago was teeming with people from all walks of life. It was a sight to behold, the bustling crowds, and the vibrant atmosphere. This was the moment when things took an interesting turn, as the final rounds were considered the most savory part of the tournament, with the final round alone lasting a staggering four days. The anticipation was palpable, and the stakes were higher than ever, with the championship rounds slated for the last day.

Royalty and commoners alike were equally excited and interested in the upcoming battles, but for different reasons. Not only were they eager to witness the thrilling fights, but they had their bets and wagers to add an extra layer of excitement. The rich and noble used this tournament as an opportunity to make significant money, and it was not just a matter of financial gain; it was a spectacle of showmanship and fun that added to the grandeur of the event. The archipelago was alive with the energy of competition, entertainment, and the promise of great rewards for those who had the courage to wager.

As I stood amidst the bustling crowd, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration in the air. The Final Rounds had a way of bringing out the best in both competitors and spectators. The cheers and shouts of encouragement filled the atmosphere, creating an electric ambiance that added to the excitement.

My nephew better not embarrass me.

'I feel like she could be worried about you embarring him.' Vael cooed from my mind.

Oh shut up.