The Three Born
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Chapter 3: The Three Born
It had been exactly eighteen years since the terrifying attack by the Aniakira creatures in the Wild World and the catastrophic tremor that shook the Radiant World. While many dismissed these events as isolated disasters, Guru Viscar, one of the most respected masters in the Radiant World, had discovered something unsettling — both incidents happened at the exact same time.
He often replayed the moment in his mind.
“That tremor... that surge in energy. It wasn’t random,” he once told his fellow scholars. “Something connected our worlds that day.”
He sat silently in the Radiant World’s Observatory Temple, staring at the large crystalline map that hovered in the center of the dome. Lines of light linked two distant realms. One shimmered with wild, chaotic energy — the Wild World. The other glowed with harmony — the Radiant World.
“They were born that day,” he whispered to himself, “the ones who will change everything.”
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The Wild World — 18 Years Ago
In the heart of the untamed Wild World, under a sky ablaze with auroras, two newborns had cried out on that fateful night — Aemon and Yara. Twins, yet not identical. Aemon had fierce, storm-like eyes even as a baby, while Yara was born with a quiet fire in her heart. Their cries had echoed through the mountains as the ground trembled below them.
They were born under a rare cosmic alignment, known as the Veil Rift, a phenomenon that occurred once every thousand years. Only the ancient scrolls of Bodhi spoke of it — a rift that temporarily connected the Wild and Radiant Worlds.
Guru Bodhi, the Wild World’s chief guardian of Potesta, had sensed the ripple in energy when they were born.
“These children are not ordinary,” he had said to the village elders, holding little Aemon in one arm and Yara in the other. “They are bound to something greater.”
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The Radiant World — 18 Years Ago
At the exact same moment, in a peaceful valley of the Radiant World, a child named Eve had opened his eyes for the first time. His cry was not loud — it was deep, echoing, almost as if resonating with the world itself. The midwives were baffled when a swirl of blue light radiated from his body.
“Is this... the Kezia?” one of them whispered.
Guru Whisker, already watching from afar, stepped in.
“He is the one,” Whisker confirmed. “The one born with Kezia.”
The Kezia power was not something one could learn. It was a gift — and a burden — passed down rarely, and always mysteriously. Those who had it could bend reality, influence emotions, and alter energy at its source. But it was wild and dangerous, especially if the wielder didn’t understand how to control even basic Potesta power.
“Mark my words,” Guru Whisker said that night, “he will be the key to the bridge between the worlds.”
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12 Years of Training — The Wild World
Now, twelve years later, Aemon and Yara stood in a wide, open courtyard surrounded by jagged cliffs and giant floating rocks, sparring with glowing wooden staffs.
“Faster, Aemon!” Yara shouted, ducking under his attack and tapping his side.
“You always say that,” Aemon grunted, stepping back, “but I still beat you last time.”
“Because I let you,” she teased.
Guru Bodhi watched from a stone platform, his arms folded.
“They have come far,” he said quietly to his assistant, Runo. “But they still compete too much.”
Runo chuckled. “They’re siblings. That’s what they do.”
After the sparring, Bodhi called them over.
“Aemon, Yara,” he said. “Your control over Potesta is admirable. But skill alone isn't enough. You must understand the balance behind the power.”
“Yes, Guru Bodhi,” they said in unison.
He studied their faces for a moment before continuing.
“I’m thinking of holding a small match between the two of you tomorrow. No aggression, no tricks — just flow, balance, and precision. Do you both agree?”
Aemon grinned. “Absolutely! I’ve been waiting to beat Yara again.”
Yara rolled her eyes. “You won’t stand a chance this time.”
Bodhi chuckled softly. “We shall see.”
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The Radiant World — Present Day
Eve, now 18, stood in front of a small pond in the Temple of Stillness, trying to lift a stone using Potesta. His hand trembled. The stone wobbled but didn’t rise.
“Focus,” Guru Whisker said, watching nearby. “Don’t force it.”
“I’m trying!” Eve exclaimed, frustrated. “It never works. Everyone else in training can do it easily.”
“You are not like everyone else,” Whisker replied calmly. “You possess Kezia. That power doesn’t respond to control — it responds to clarity.”
“But I can’t even get Potesta right,” Eve muttered. “How am I supposed to handle something even more powerful?”
Whisker walked closer and placed a hand on Eve’s shoulder.
“Do you know why the Kezia chose you?”
Eve shook his head.
“Because you feel deeply,” Whisker said. “You have heart, Eve. You may not have mastered the basics yet, but there is something inside you the others lack — the capacity to change the world.”
Eve looked down. “I wish I could believe that.”
“You will,” Whisker said. “In time.”
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Later That Evening — Radiant World
Whisker sat alone, sipping a calming herbal tea as stars twinkled above.
He opened an old scroll marked with symbols of both worlds. The words glowed faintly in moonlight.
> “When the twins of the Wild rise and the Kezia child awakens, the balance shall tilt and the rift shall tremble again…”
He read it over and over again.
“They were all born the same day. The Veil Rift chose them.”
He thought deeply.
“If they meet... will it heal the worlds? Or break them apart?”
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Night in the Wild World
Yara sat with Aemon near the cliff edge, the moon reflecting on a distant lake.
“Do you ever wonder what’s out there?” she asked softly.
Aemon tilted his head. “Beyond the Wild World?”
She nodded. “Bodhi once said our world isn't alone. That there's another — radiant and full of light.”
“I thought that was just legend,” Aemon replied.
“Maybe,” she whispered. “But sometimes… I feel something. Like there’s someone else... waiting.”
Aemon looked at her. “You always think too much.”
“Someone has to,” she smiled.
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The Next Morning — Wild World
The sun had barely risen over the cliffs of the Wild World. The training grounds were already buzzing with whispers. Everyone had heard — Guru Bodhi was arranging a match between Aemon and Yara.
Yara stood near the arena’s edge, her eyes lit with energy. She twirled her staff lightly, excitement bubbling inside her.
“I can’t believe it’s finally happening,” she muttered to herself, glancing toward the gates. “Today, I’ll show him.”
Meanwhile, Aemon sat under a large stone pillar, arms crossed, eyes staring into the horizon.
Guru Bodhi approached him calmly. “Aemon,” he said. “You haven’t said anything since I suggested the match. Are you having doubts?”
Aemon didn’t answer at first.
After a moment, he finally said, “I don’t see the point. We spar all the time. Why a public match?”
“This isn’t about performance,” Bodhi said softly. “It’s about understanding how far you’ve come — and how far you still have to go.”
Aemon remained silent.
Nearby, Yara had overheard the exchange. Her smile faded, her eyes narrowing.
“He’s backing out again,” she muttered, walking over.
She stood with arms folded. “You always do this,” she snapped at Aemon. “You act like you don’t care, like none of this matters.”
Aemon looked at her, startled. “Yara—”
“No,” she interrupted. “You trained with me for twelve years. We bled, we pushed, we fought side by side. And now, when we finally have a chance to test our growth, you just sit there and shrug it off?”
He stood up slowly. “It’s not that simple.”
“It never is with you,” she shot back, her voice cracking slightly. “I thought you wanted this as much as I did.”
Guru Bodhi watched silently, letting the moment play out.
Aemon sighed. “You really want this match?”
Yara didn’t reply. Her eyes said enough.
After a pause, Aemon looked at Guru Bodhi.
“Fine,” he said quietly. “I’ll do it... for her.”
Yara’s expression softened for just a second, but she turned away.
Bodhi nodded. “Then it is settled.”
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Moments Later — The Arena
Students from all over the training grounds gathered around the arena, buzzing with curiosity.
Aemon and Yara stood on opposite ends of the stone circle. The wind carried small currents of Potesta energy, swirling softly around them.
Just then, Guru Bodhi raised his hand to quiet the crowd.
“Before this match begins,” he said, his voice echoing through the arena, “I want to introduce someone important.”
He gestured toward the ancient stone arch at the edge of the arena.
A figure began walking forward — tall, composed, and emanating a quiet power. His cloak swayed with every step, and glowing blue Potesta lines wrapped around his arms.
“This,” Bodhi continued, “is Master Varnak — a Potesta master and the former champion of the Wild World Trials. He will serve as your referee.”
Gasps rippled through the students.
Master Varnak gave a short nod, his eyes scanning both Aemon and Yara.
“I expect a match of integrity,” he said in a calm, commanding tone. “Let your power speak with honor.”
Yara tightened her grip on her staff. Aemon exhaled slowly, steadying himself.
And then—
Silence.
The wind held its breath.
But the match did not begin.
Not yet.
The energy between them was building. The arena waited. The crowd leaned in.
And just as Master Varnak stepped forward to take his place at the center—
The story
To be continued.......
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