The day Famoura turned eleven, the castle of Felóenz no longer felt like a home.
It felt like a cage preparing to open.
For years, the royal bloodline had waited for this moment—the moment when every child of Felóenz who had crossed the age of ten would finally stand before the world and have their fate announced.
Because in the Felóenz family…
Magic was not a gift.
It was a sentence.
And the ceremony was known as—
The Revealing Morning.
A ritual older than the kingdom itself.
A tradition said to have begun when the first Felóenz monarch signed a covenant with something that did not belong to the human world.
And now…
That covenant demanded to be proven once again.
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The Law of the Birthmark
Every child born into the Felóenz bloodline carried the same sign.
A birthmark.
Always on the right side of the neck, beneath the ear.
The mark was shaped like a scarred emblem of fate, and inside it were crosses.
Not holy crosses.
Not symbols of prayer.
But ancient, sharp-edged marks that looked more like sealed wounds.
And according to Felóenz law—
The number of crosses determined the number of abilities.
One cross meant one power.
Four crosses meant two.
And if the mark contained more crosses than the human eye could easily count…
Then the kingdom would tremble.
Because it meant only one thing.
A power that had not been seen in two thousand years.
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The Kingdom Gathers
That morning, the castle was alive with noise.
Outside the grand gates, hundreds—no, thousands—of citizens gathered beneath the cold sky. They wore their finest garments, holding banners of the royal crest.
Some came with pride.
Some came with curiosity.
And some came with fear.
Because the people of Felóenz had learned long ago—
When royal magic awakens…
something always follows.
Above them all, standing upon the highest balcony of the palace, King Francis stepped forward.
His cloak swayed behind him like a shadow.
His voice carried across the kingdom like a bell struck in the middle of silence.
"My people," he announced. "Today, your wait finally ends."
The crowd quieted instantly.
"Today you shall learn what magical capabilities our princes and princess possess."
A hush fell over the kingdom.
Even the wind seemed to pause.
Then King Francis lifted his hand.
"First… step forward—Prince Henry."
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Prince Henry's Crown
Prince Henry, the eldest son of Prince Phillip and Princess Marie, walked forward with confidence.
He did not look nervous.
He did not look afraid.
In fact, he looked as though he had already known his destiny long before the ceremony ever arrived.
In the sacred hall of the Felóenz family stood the Hollow Crowns—ancient crowns crafted from enchanted glass stones.
They were not decorated with gold.
They were not made to impress.
They were made to judge.
At the center of each crown lay a crystal core, clear as frozen water.
King Francis took a slender needle.
Then, without hesitation—
He pricked Prince Henry's finger.
A single drop of blood formed.
The King lowered the drop into the crystal core.
The moment the blood touched the glass…
The clear stone shimmered.
The air trembled.
And within seconds, the crown's crystal turned into a deep, dark maroon—like blood that had been waiting centuries to awaken.
King Francis's expression tightened.
His voice lowered.
"Just like your blood…"
The hall became deathly silent.
Then, with sacred authority, King Francis lifted the enchanted crown and placed it upon Henry's head.
The moment the crown touched his hair…
A strange wave of pressure filled the room.
Not magic.
Not light.
But something heavier.
Something that felt like the presence of ancient kings standing behind invisible doors.
King Francis turned toward the crowd.
"This is the first son of Prince Phillip and Princess Marie," he declared.
"But more importantly…"
He paused.
The kingdom held its breath.
"After two thousand years… the Felóenz family has once again been blessed with a child who possesses the rare and legendary power of—"
His voice struck like thunder.
"OMNIKINESIS."
Gasps erupted across the hall.
Shock spread through the crowd like wildfire.
King Francis continued with pride.
"The birthmark on Prince Henry contains more crosses than any royal child in centuries. Because of this, he has inherited every magical ability that once belonged to the kings and queens of our bloodline combined."
The people stared at Henry as if he was no longer human.
Omnikinesis.
The power of all powers.
The kingdom erupted into cheers.
"Long live Prince Henry!"
"Blessed bloodline!"
"Felóenz forever!"
And Henry…
stood still.
Smiling faintly.
As if he enjoyed hearing the world worship him.
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The Twins Step Forward
King Francis lifted his hand once more.
"Now… let us speak of the twins."
Two boys stood side by side.
They looked similar.
But their eyes were different.
Their souls were different.
"Though they were born moments apart," the King announced, "Prince Lucien, who arrived one minute earlier, shall be considered the second son."
Prince Lucien stepped forward instantly.
His movements were calm, swift, and controlled.
Like fire waiting behind a closed door.
He seated himself upon the appointed chair and extended his finger toward the King without hesitation.
King Francis pricked it gently.
A drop of blood fell onto the crystal stone.
And the moment it touched…
The crown began to glow.
Its pale light shifted, deepened…
Until it turned into a radiant blue, like the midnight sea beneath a moonlit sky.
The crowd murmured in awe.
King Francis placed the crown upon Lucien's head.
"This crown represents two magical abilities," the King announced.
"Prince Lucien's birthmark contains four crosses… granting him the powers of Pyrokinesis and Cryokinesis."
The crowd erupted again.
Fire and ice.
A rare combination.
A dangerous one.
The people cheered.
But Lucien did not smile.
He simply looked forward, as though he had already imagined a thousand ways to destroy the world with both flames and frost.
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Prince Louis and the Black Crown
"And now," King Francis said, "our third prince—Prince Louis."
Prince Louis stepped forward.
Unlike his brothers, he did not carry pride openly.
He carried silence.
His gaze was steady… but it held something unsettling, like a storm trapped behind calm eyes.
King Francis pricked his finger.
The blood drop fell onto the crystal core.
For a moment…
Nothing happened.
The hall grew tense.
Then suddenly—
The glass stone trembled.
It trembled as if it resisted his blood, as though the crown itself did not want to accept what was inside him.
But it had no choice.
Within seconds, the crystal turned into a deep black.
Not just dark—
It was the color of shadows at midnight.
The color of burial soil.
The color of death.
King Francis placed the crown upon Louis's head.
"This crown signifies a single magical power," he declared.
"Prince Louis possesses Geokinesis—the ability to control stone and earth itself."
The crowd cheered again.
"To raise mountains!"
"To command the ground!"
"To crush enemies!"
But Louis…
only smirked faintly.
As if the earth already belonged to him.
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The Final Heir Steps Forward
And then…
The hall fell into silence.
Because now, only one remained.
The youngest.
The only daughter.
The child of Prince Charles and Princess Catherine.
The one the world called—
Princess Marie II.
But the name written in fate was different.
Famoura Felóenz.
When she entered the sacred chamber…
the air shifted.
The temperature dropped.
Not enough for others to notice.
But enough for the candles to flicker violently.
Enough for the shadows to stretch unnaturally along the walls.
Even the glass crowns seemed to hum.
King Francis extended his hand toward her, prepared to guide her.
But Famoura did not take it.
Instead, she stepped back, her posture proud and cold.
Her eyes were not the eyes of an eleven-year-old girl.
They were older.
Sharper.
Unshaken.
And then she spoke.
Her voice cut through the hall like a blade.
"Move aside."
Everyone froze.
"I require no man's help," she continued, her tone filled with authority. "I shall do it myself."
A wave of shock rippled through the court.
Some nobles gasped.
Some citizens laughed quietly, thinking she was merely a spoiled child.
But Famoura…
did not care.
She walked forward.
She reached for the needle herself.
And without the slightest tremble—
She pierced her own finger.
A drop of blood formed.
Then she lifted the sacred crystal crown.
And let her blood fall into the stone.
The moment it touched…
The crown trembled violently.
Not like the others.
This was not a gentle awakening.
This was like a beast being disturbed in its sleep.
A strange glow erupted from within the crystal.
Brighter.
Fiercer.
Unnatural.
And within seconds—
The crown transformed into a deep royal purple, shining like forbidden magic trapped inside ancient glass.
The hall erupted into whispers.
Purple.
A color that was never recorded in the old archives.
A color that the Felóenz family had feared.
Some citizens began laughing.
Not because it was funny.
But because fear often disguises itself as mockery.
King Francis sighed.
"Yes… it may seem amusing," he said.
"But sometimes being the youngest child can be difficult. Often, the last-born receives fewer magical gifts."
Famoura's brows narrowed.
Her expression was cold.
"Stop talking," she said sharply.
"And do your job."
The crowd fell silent.
"Tell me my powers," she continued. "I don't have all day."
Prince Henry laughed loudly from the side.
Prince Louis smirked as well.
They found her arrogance entertaining.
King Francis cleared his throat.
"Very well," he announced.
"Princess Marie II… possesses the power of Oneirokinesis—the ability to control the dreams of others."
Famoura's eyes hardened.
"That's a lie."
The words struck the chamber like a slap.
The entire crowd went silent.
King Francis stared at her.
Famoura stepped forward.
"I don't just have Oneirokinesis," she said, voice steady.
"I also possess Phobokinesis."
Whispers erupted.
The power of fear.
The power of illusion.
The power to hide things through terror itself.
Prince Henry laughed even louder.
"Foolish girl," he mocked. "Only the second-born child can receive two powers."
Prince Louis shook his head with a cruel smile.
"She really is foolish," he said. "Be grateful you even got one."
Famoura crossed her arms slowly.
Her gaze was sharp.
"Oh?" she replied calmly.
"You don't believe me?"
Then…
she raised her hand.
Her fingers pointed toward King Francis's chair.
And with a single breath of concentration—
The chair vanished.
Gone.
As if it had never existed.
As if reality itself had been rewritten.
The entire crowd gasped in horror.
Some stepped back.
Some covered their mouths.
Some fell to their knees.
King Francis stood frozen.
His eyes narrowed—not with anger…
but with deep thought.
Then Minister William rushed forward.
"Everyone remain calm!" he announced.
"In the history of the Felóenz family, there have been rare occasions when the last-born child unexpectedly receives the powers of a second-born."
The murmurs grew louder.
King Francis nodded slowly.
"You are correct," he said.
Then he raised his voice again.
"But my people… do not be distracted by surprises."
His hand lifted proudly toward Prince Henry.
"Instead, we should celebrate the true pride of the Felóenz family!"
The crowd immediately erupted again.
"Omnikinesis!"
"Prince Henry!"
"The chosen heir!"
Their cheers filled the air.
Their praise shook the palace.
Their pride blinded them.
But while the kingdom celebrated…
Famoura stood still.
Silent.
Her purple crown glowing faintly under the chandeliers.
Her eyes watched the people.
And within her gaze…
there was no joy.
Only a strange darkness.
Because deep inside her…
something far greater than anyone imagined had begun to awaken.
Not just Oneirokinesis.
Not just Phobokinesis.
But something else.
Something hidden.
Something ancient.
Something that the Felóenz family had buried long ago…
and prayed would never return.
And now…
it was opening its eyes.
Inside Famoura Felóenz.