Lyna leaned forward on the branch, eyes fixed on the flowing blade.
"It's water, Albion. A tertiary element. If anything reacted first, it should've been his primary — Light."
Dharc immediately pointed at her without looking away from the courtyard. "Exactly. This shouldn't even be possible without him properly manifesting Light and Dark first. Primary and secondary come before tertiary."
Aussa adjusted her glasses, thinking aloud. "Elemental manifestation follows internal alignment. Primary element awakens first because it reflects the core aspect of the soul."
Hiita crossed her arms. "So unless his soul decided to reshuffle the order…"
Scarlet's eyes narrowed. "Or unless something else is influencing it."
Down in the courtyard—
Albion lunged.
The water didn't splash wildly. It compressed.
When Lyrios blocked, the impact carried a heavy, rolling force — not sharp like wind, not explosive like fire.
Crushing. Relentless.
Lyrios slid back half a step.
Half.
That was enough.
Albion noticed.
Lyrios did too.
They separated.
The water continued to coil around Albion's sword, steady as breathing.
Lyrios spoke carefully. "Prince. Stop."
Albion froze mid-step.
The water didn't vanish immediately.
It lingered.
Then slowly dissolved into mist.
That alone made Dharc's expression darken.
"…It didn't collapse," he muttered. "It dispersed willingly."
Lyna's voice was softer now. "Water is adaptability. Flow. Emotion."
Scarlet glanced down at Albion. "He's not exactly the emotional type."
Wynn tilted her head. "He kind of is. He just hides it."
Eria nodded. "Very dramatically."
In the courtyard, Lyrios looked at Albion with sharper focus than before.
"Did you feel resistance?"
Albion thought for a moment.
"…No."
"Did it feel forced?"
"…No."
"Did you call it?"
Albion hesitated.
"…It came."
That made the tree go quiet.
Dharc closed his book completely.
"That's not elemental manipulation," he said flatly. "That's elemental recognition."
Aussa's eyes widened slightly. "As if the element acknowledged him first."
Lyrios stepped closer to Albion.
"Try Light."
Albion lifted his free hand.
He focused.
Nothing.
No glow.
No shimmer.
He frowned slightly.
He focused harder.
Still nothing.
From above, Dharc exhaled slowly. "That confirms it."
Lyna looked troubled. "Primary element dormant. Tertiary active."
Scarlet muttered, "That's backwards."
Albion lowered his hand.
"…Is that bad?"
Lyrios didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he placed a hand on Albion's shoulder.
"It's not bad."
A pause.
"It's abnormal."
From the tree, Asterion whispered, "Why does abnormal always follow him?"
Scarlet replied without hesitation. "Because he is abnormal."
Albion sighed.
"…I liked it better when the biggest problem today was baby names."
The wind shifted slightly around him.
And somewhere—
Very faintly—
A flicker of light shimmered for half a second in his shadow.
Only Dharc noticed.
And for the first time since training started—
He looked concerned.
Later that evening, the atmosphere in the royal study was… tense.
King Albion stood by the tall window, arms crossed behind his back.
"You used your tertiary element on your sword first."
Albion stood straight in front of him. "Yes."
No excuses. No jokes.
Just yes.
Focalors stepped closer, her expression calm but sharp.
"Son, you skipped several levels of training."
Albion frowned slightly. "I didn't mean to skip anything. It just… worked."
King Albion turned slowly to face him.
"Light is your primary. Dark is your secondary. Those are reflections of lineage and soul. Water is tertiary. It should require structure. Control. Layering."
Albion scratched the back of his head. "But I didn't layer anything."
"Yes," his father replied evenly. "That's the problem."
Silence.
Focalors knelt slightly so she was eye-level with him. "When you used it… what did you feel?"
Albion thought for a moment.
"…It felt natural."
"Like breathing?" she asked.
He nodded.
King Albion's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Your grandfather awakened Light at six. Dark at seven. He didn't touch tertiary elements until twelve."
Albion blinked. "So I'm ahead?"
King Albion did not smile.
"You are out of order."
That landed differently.
Albion shifted his weight. "Is that dangerous?"
Focalors answered this time. "Not necessarily. But it is irregular."
King Albion walked closer.
"When power awakens outside the natural sequence, it means one of two things."
Albion waited.
"One," his father continued, "your affinity is extraordinary."
A small pause.
"Two… something is influencing your elemental alignment."
Albion's brow furrowed. "Influencing?"
Focalors placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You are still growing. Your primary element not responding yet is… unusual."
Albion looked down at his hands.
He had tried Light earlier.
Nothing.
But the water had come instantly.
"…Did I do something wrong?" he asked quietly.
The question wasn't prideful.
It was honest.
King Albion's expression softened — just slightly.
"No. You did not."
Focalors smiled gently. "You're not in trouble."
Albion visibly relaxed.
King Albion added, "But from now on, your training changes."
Albion looked up. "Changes how?"
"You will begin elemental theory alongside physical training. No more 'just feeling it.' You will understand it."
Albion made a small face. "…That sounds like more studying."
Focalors chuckled softly. "Yes."
King Albion placed a firm hand on his son's head.
"You carry the name Albion the Third. If your path is different from mine… then we adapt."
Albion blinked.
"…So I'm not weird?"
King Albion paused.
Focalors smiled.
King Albion sighed. "You are absolutely weird."
A beat.
"But you are my son."
Albion grinned slightly. "I'll take it."
From the doorway, unnoticed—
Housekee quietly slipped away to report that the Prince was not being exiled, cursed, or secretly possessed.
Which, in this castle, was always a possibility.
King Albion was about to continue speaking—
When the doors burst open.
A Dragon Maid rushed in, slightly out of breath. It was Nasary mpther, her composure barely held together.
"Your Highness—!"
Focalors turned immediately. "Yes?"
Nurse placed a hand over her chest, steadying herself.
"The egg is hatching."
Everything stopped.
King Albion didn't hesitate.
He moved first.
Focalors followed instantly.
Albion froze for half a heartbeat.
Then his eyes widened.
"Oh… it's happening."
His wings flared out instinctively, and he took off down the corridor after his parents.
He was fast—
But not as fast as them.
By the time he reached the nursery doors, his heart was pounding for a completely different reason than training.
There it was.
A small sound.
Soft.
New.
He pushed the door open.
The room smelled faintly of warmth and magic.
Broken egg shells rested in the bed like pale petals.
And in the center—
King Albion stood there, holding something impossibly small.
She was human in shape.
Tiny.
Soft pale hair.
Little dragon wings still slightly damp and folded awkwardly.
A thin tail curled instinctively around the blanket she was wrapped in.
Her eyes were half-open, unfocused.
Alive.
Focalors gently took the hatchling into her arms, her entire presence softening in a way Albion had never seen during court or war councils.
Then she turned.
"Albion," she said gently.
He stepped forward slowly.
"This is your little sister."
The world felt… quieter.
Albion stared at her.
She made a tiny sound.
Her small fingers twitched against the blanket.
He swallowed.
"…She's small."
King Albion huffed softly. "You were smaller."
Albion frowned. "No I wasn't."
"You were."
Focalors smiled faintly. "You screamed louder too."
Albion ignored that.
He looked at the hatchling again.
Her tiny tail shifted.
Her wings fluttered weakly.
Then—
Her small hand reached out blindly.
And grabbed his finger.
Everything stopped.
Albion froze.
She held on.
Tight.
His expression changed.
No sarcasm.
No dramatic pride.
Just something new.
"…She's warm."
King Albion stepped beside him.
"Yes."
Albion didn't look away from her.
"…What's her name?"
Focalors looked at her husband.
King Albion looked at his son.
Then back at the baby.
"We thought," he began slowly, "that since you wish to break traditions someday…"
Focalors smiled.
"…Perhaps her name should be chosen differently."
Albion blinked.
"You want me to name her?"
King Albion nodded once.
"She is your sister."
The hatchling made a tiny sleepy noise.
Still gripping his finger.
Albion stared at her.
Water had answered him earlier.
Light had not.
But right now—
He felt something softer than either.
"…Then I'll choose carefully."
The little dragon girl yawned.
And her tiny wings fluttered.
Albion looked down at the tiny hatchling in his mother's arms.
Her pale hair.
Soft features.
That faint, almost dramatic little expression even while half-asleep.
And for just a second—
A memory surfaced.
A different world.
A different life.
'She looks like Furina from Genshin Impact.'
The thought made him pause.
Water.
Performance.
A little dramatic.
A little fragile.
A little powerful.
His sister's tiny tail curled tighter around the blanket.
Albion's lips moved before he could overthink it.
"…Furina."
The room went still.
Focalors blinked once.
King Albion repeated slowly, testing it. "Furina."
The baby shifted.
Her tiny fingers tightened around Albion's hand.
And then—
A faint shimmer of water gathered in the air above her.
Not wild.
Not dangerous.
Just gentle droplets forming like suspended tears.
Nurse gasped softly.
Focalors' eyes widened.
King Albion's expression sharpened.
The droplets hovered… then slowly dissolved into harmless mist.
Lyrios, who had quietly entered the doorway at some point, murmured under his breath.
"…An immediate elemental resonance."
Focalors looked down at her daughter, something emotional flickering in her eyes.
"…Furina," she repeated softly.
The hatchling made a tiny cooing sound.
As if approving.
King Albion placed a firm but gentle hand on Albion's shoulder.
"You chose well."
Albion didn't look away from his sister.
"…It fits her."
Focalors smiled warmly.
"Then it is decided."
She leaned down slightly and pressed her forehead gently to the baby's.
"Welcome to the world, Furina."
Albion stood there quietly.
Earlier today, he had manifested water before light.
Now his sister had answered water immediately.
He glanced at the faint mist still lingering in the nursery air.
"…Guess water likes our family."
From the doorway, Lyrios murmured carefully,
"…Or perhaps it likes you."
Albion didn't respond.
But his sister didn't let go of his finger.
Not once.
Later, back in the courtyard tree headquarters—
Eria leaned forward, eyes sparkling.
"So… you have a baby sister now?"
Albion puffed out his chest just a little.
"Yup. I even named her."
Wynn clasped her hands. "That's adorable."
Scarlet smirked. "He's going to act cool about it but secretly check on her every five minutes."
"I will not," Albion said instantly.
Dharc looked up from his book, practical as ever.
"Doesn't this complicate your placement for the throne?"
Albion blinked, then shook his head.
"The Nation of Albaz is a monarchy, remember? Direct succession. Unless something happens to me and Father, Furina won't be taking the throne."
Hiita tilted her head. "So she's officially the spare?"
Albion frowned slightly. "Don't call her that."
That was fast.
Everyone noticed.
Asterion grinned. "Wow. Big brother mode activated immediately."
Aussa adjusted her glasses. "He corrected that without hesitation."
Eria giggled. "He's already protective."
Albion crossed his arms defensively. "It's just… that sounds rude."
Dharc nodded slowly. "Politically, he's correct though. In Albaz, the crown passes through the firstborn heir unless disqualified."
Scarlet added dryly, "So unless you run away, get exiled, or dramatically fake your death—"
Albion pointed at her. "None of that is happening."
Wynn hummed thoughtfully. "Still… royal siblings can be complicated."
Albion went quiet for a moment.
"…Not with her."
That tone was different.
Softer.
Eria smiled gently. "You like her already."
Albion looked away. "…She grabbed my finger."
Everyone melted a little.
Even Dharc's page-turn slowed.
Asterion laughed. "That's it? That's all it took?"
Albion muttered, "It was firm."
Scarlet smirked. "Ah yes. The legendary grip strength of newborn dragons."
Hiita grinned. "Future warrior confirmed."
Dharc closed his book.
"Just remember something, Albion."
Albion looked at him.
"You manifested water first. She resonated with water immediately. That's not coincidence."
The group quieted slightly.
Albion shrugged, but his eyes flickered.
"…Maybe."
Wynn leaned back on the branch. "Water siblings. That's kind of poetic."
Eria nodded. "Flowing together."
Scarlet glanced at Albion carefully. "Just don't let the court start drawing conclusions."
Albion raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"
Dharc answered flatly.
"Prophecies."
A pause.
Albion groaned. "I just wanted to name my sister."
Asterion clapped him on the back. "Too late. You're in a monarchy. Everything becomes symbolism."
Albion sighed dramatically.
"…I hate symbolism."
From somewhere inside the castle—
A faint baby cry echoed.
Albion stood up instantly.
Everyone stared.
He cleared his throat. "…I'm just… checking something."
Scarlet grinned.
"Sure you are, big brother."
And he was already halfway back toward the castle.
To be continued
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