Kyrex woke to silence.

  The academy corridors were still. No footsteps, no whispers.

  He rubbed his eyes. The dream from last night lingered like smoke. Wings behind the stars. Shadows that moved on their own. A whisper:

  “See the angles you cannot yet touch.”

  He shivered.

  Morning drills began as usual.

  Kyrex tried again. Hands raised. Focused. Nothing.

  Until a single, tiny spark appeared at his fingertip.

  It was faint. Almost laughably small. But it existed.

  His breath caught.

  “…That… that’s impossible,” he whispered.

  Other students were oblivious. Their glows danced, their sparks leapt from fingertip to fingertip. But Kyrex didn’t care.

  For the first time, he had proof. Proof that something inside him was waking.

  Vaelix appeared beside him, as always, calm and silent.

  “Ah,” he said softly. “Finally.”

  Kyrex blinked. “Finally… what?!”

  “The first spark,” Vaelix replied. “You’ve felt it. You’ve always had it. You just didn’t know where to look.”

  Kyrex’s pulse raced. “…Why me?”

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  Vaelix tilted his head. “Because the sky chose you. Even if you don’t understand it yet.”

  During solo practice, Kyrex tried again.

  The spark didn’t grow. Not yet. But it pulsed. Responded when he concentrated. When he let go, it faded.

  He noticed something else: the shadow at his feet.

  It twitched. Not mirroring him this time. Waiting. Studying. Encouraging.

  Kyrex swallowed. “…Is that… you helping me?”

  No answer. Only a faint shimmer in the corner of his eye.

  Later, in the courtyard, Kyrex sat by the fountain.

  Water reflected the moonlight. Calm. Endless.

  The spark returned, hovering above his palm. Faint, but steady.

  Kyrex looked up at the sky. Wings flickered faintly behind the stars, the memory of last night’s dream.

  He clenched his fist. “…I won’t be useless forever.”

  From the shadows, Vaelix watched silently.

  No words. No gestures.

  Just a presence. Quiet. Guiding.

  Far away, beyond light and shadow, the two voices whispered again:

  “One moves.”

  “One observes.”

  “And the boy touches the first thread of what he cannot yet understand.”