The training courtyard behind the manor of Oakhaven was a sprawling, meticulously maintained expanse of highly packed earth and reinforced stone. It was designed to withstand the brutal, world-breaking physical sparring matches between Kael and Lucian.
Today, however, the arena was currently hosting a significantly smaller, yet entirely chaotic, combatant.
Orion was completely obsessed with his father. While Elara preferred to spend her time quietly reading highly complex systemic syntax with Ignis or sitting in the absolute dark with Silas, Orion wanted to be the Vanguard. He shadowed Kael constantly, his golden eyes wide with absolute, unadulterated awe every single time the towering Sun God lifted a massive boulder or effortlessly leaped across the valley.
At five years old, Orion had firmly decided he was ready for war.
