Years later...
The Kingdom had known peace, but no one forgot the war—because the children who ended it were still very much alive... and getting older.
Rina, now 14, had grown into her fire powers like a rebellious phoenix with pigtails and combat boots. Her sarcasm had matured beautifully, much to Leo's dismay and Zara's pride. She still lit her toast with her fingers and occasionally set off minor explosions during tea ti—but at least now she apologized. Sotis.
The twins, Azrael Jr. and Caelan, now 18, had beco legends—and heartthrobs.
Azrael Jr. was the kingdom's golden son—literally. His powers glowed when he was emotional (which was unfortunately often when people complinted his hair).
Caelan had developed more of a mysterious, brooding aura. Girls swooned when he glared. People cried when he smiled. He didn't understand either reaction.
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The palace had also changed.
Cain and Selene—still madly in love—had matured like fine wine and an even finer sword. Cain had mastered fatherhood with the sa precision he used to slice enemies in half. Selene ruled with a glowing presence and terrifying calm.
And they had... another child.
Little Azariah, age 4, was the walking embodint of "dangerously adorable." Don't let her wide silver eyes and fluffy curls fool you. This child was a walking power surge.
She could manipulate ti like Cain, heal with glowing hands like Selene, and levitate furniture—while giggling. One ti, she turned the palace chandelier into floating butterflies just because she was bored.
Azrael Jr. once tried to ground her.
She blinked—and he found himself stuck in a mirror for ten minutes.
Rina called her "Apocalypse in a tutu."
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One sunny morning, the family was gathered in the palace garden.
Azariah was practicing magic by turning pebbles into frogs and then back into tiny cakes (Eira accidentally ate one and is still traumatized).
Rina was practicing fire whips while roasting marshmallows at the sa ti.
The twins were sparring—with their minds. Literally. They'd unlocked telepathic sparring, much to everyone's confusion.
"Stop talking in my head," Azrael grumbled aloud.
"I'm not. You're just slow," Caelan smirked.
anwhile, Cain and Selene sat on a bench under a cherry blossom tree, watching their children wreak chaos with hearts full of pride.
"They've all grown so fast," Selene whispered, smiling as Azariah flew past upside down.
Cain chuckled. "And sohow... still terrifying."
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Suddenly, Azariah landed in front of her parents, hands on hips, eyes sparkling. "Mama, Papa," she declared dramatically, "I want a sword made of moonlight, and a unicorn. Or at least a flaming lion."
Selene blinked. "We'll talk about that."
Cain whispered, "That's a no."
Azariah narrowed her eyes. "Fine. Then I'll just make one."
Rina leaned from behind a pillar and whispered, "Do it. I'll help you na it."
And just like that—chaos resud.
But it was peaceful chaos.
Because this ti... it was family.
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