All the kingdoms unite to witness the new generation of 15-year-olds' awakening of power in one arena, and Land of Baltalaha is gleaming with clamor.
The most excited is Morvane, an orphan who lived with his adoptive grandmother, a healer.
He could not even sleep because of excitent.
"What could my power be? Elental magic? Light? Flying? Sothing unique?"
"I can't wait to awaken my power!"
These words ca from Morvane's mouth as he entered the arena with his friends.
Esmael, a friend of Morvane and his playmate since childhood, clutched his bag, looking nervous.
Luna, also a friend and playmate of Morvane, held one of Esmael's hands as she noticed his nervousness.
"Luna, Esmael, what power do you think you'll get?" Morvane muttered excitedly.
"Well, we're a family of healers, so I'm sure I'll have healing magic," Luna replied.
"I'm not sure, unlike Luna's family, mine has different powers awakened, so it's hard to guess. But if I had to pick, I'd want to be invisible," Esmael answered, looking down.
"Well, I also don't know, haha. Maybe because I never knew who my parents were, and my grandma, who adopted , isn't even blood-related to , haha," Morvane mumbled, grinning huge at Luna and Esmael.
"Here co the Kingdom Rulers," Luna said, pointing to the stage at the front of the arena.
The crowd roared in cheers and applause as they welcod the rulers of Baltalaha.
This scene was too exciting to get Morvane even more hyped about what was to be seen and learned.
"Hats off with warm applause, folks, for the ruler of the Kingdom of Ketamran, das!" the announcer spoke.
"Wow! I heard that guy can make any objects move, it is like telekenises. He can literally let his pan cook him breakfast and even let the dishes wash themselves for him. It is fascinating to watch." Morvane muttered.
The announcer spoke of the other great rulers—beings who awakened with powers unmatched. Morvane's heart pounded as each na was called. He could only dream of standing in their shadow, let alone sharing their strength.
Morvane, who was standing right beside his two friends, fell silent because he froze up in excitent.
The announcer then called out, "Now, let us welco King das of Ketamran, who will deliver the speech for this year's Awakening."
The crowd was silent as King das appeared on stage, dressed in the finest regalia. His authoritative presence made everyone in the arena hold their breath.
"Esteed rulers, citizens of Baltalaha, and most importantly, the young generation standing before us, today marks a monuntal mont in the history of our land. The awakening of your powers signifies the beginning of a new era for all of us," King das declared, his voice ringing throughout the arena. "It is our duty to nurture and guide these powers for the future of Baltalaha. May the awakening be a path to greatness for each and every one of you."
The crowd cheered again, their clapping echoing all over the arena. King das again raised his hand, asking everyone to be silent.
"Now, let us start this grand ceremony. Follow ," he said, as he turned to the other rulers.
King das and the others stood in a circle at the center of the arena. Arms raised to heaven, they raised their voices at the sa mont. The air around them glowed as if the very wind itself was electrified by a long, rolling incantation that had the feel of power.
"Vrahmin'lorav, Halch'thiri! Faran'thanna, Vath'kris!" they echoed in an unearthly symphony. The chant continued, the strange, almost otherworldly words growing louder and sharper with every tick of the passing second.
Morvane, Esmael, and Luna sat, their excitent building as the rulers continued the chant. The air was charged, and a pulse ran through the crowd, while beneath them earth humd as the chant reached its peak.
The rulers, lowering their arms, signaled to the children to step forward. The children ca into the middle of the arena, and they stood there one by one in a row.
"Now, get ready for the mont of awakening," the announcer declared.
Suddenly, a brilliant streak of light shot down from the sky, like a laser beam with hues of gold and silver. Its target was directly at the children's shoulder blades; it left marks after touching. The crowd gasped as one when the marks materialized and started glowing softly with their own color.
The announcer explained, "The marks indicate the nature of your power. Yellow marks signify healing magic. Red, blue, sky blue, and brown marks are for elental magic. Purple is for dark magic. White indicates light magic. And a mix of colors ans you possess a unique power."
As the marks appeared, the children stood frozen for a mont, staring at their shoulders in awe.
"Look!" cried one of the audience. "Esmael got red and purple all mixed! There's even an orange tint to it!"
Esmael winced as the stain burned on his skin. His eyes filled up with tears and he grabbed onto his shoulder, whispering brokenly, "It. hurts".
Luna stood next to him, gagging as her own mark appeared in the shape of a bright yellow circle with a black dot in the middle. "Oh, my mole right in the middle!" she exclaid with a grin, sweeping aside all her worry.
One by one, the children were given their marks. So tested their powers at once, flas bursting from their fingertips or water swishing around them, while others summoned winds or manipulated earth. The crowd cheered each ti, proud parents beaming with joy as they saw their children's powers awaken.
Esmael, proud and fierce with his fire magic, stood tall with his heart brimming with pride. He then tried to create bigger flas which amused other children too and he is beaming with joy as he does this.
A mont later Esmael tried to cast another fire but it uncontrollably hit Luna in the arm leaving her with a burned arm.
But, although Luna was hurt because of this, Luna's face lit up when she healed the burn on her arm, thinking it was easier than she'd ever imagined it could be.
The whole arena continued for a few minutes to cheer for the new awakened powers. The crowd goes crazy as more children wield their god-given power.
Esmael and Luna were truly enjoying their abilities but they also are confused as to why Morvane was quiet so they turned to Morvane, hoping to see his mark.
But as they looked at him, their faces looked more confused.
Morvane stood there, looking lost, his face filled with wonder. His shoulder was bare. There was no mark, no glow.
The crowd was silent. The rulers looked at each other, confused.
Morvane, his voice barely above a whisper, spoke the words that hung heavy in the air.
"Where's my mark? Where's my power?"
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