The Forsaken Heir

Lorian woke to the familiar ache in his back, but today it didn't bother him much. He sat up, grimacing as he felt the stiffness from the rough mattress beneath him. The discomfort was just another thing to push through. Today wasn't about comfort—it was about proving he belonged here. No matter his role, this was his chance to start fresh.

He dressed quickly, determined not to let his situation get the better of him. His roommates moved around the room, focused on their own tasks, and Lorian didn't feel out of place anymore. He wasn't here just to serve Elara—he had his own reasons, and today marked the beginning of something important.

"Time to get to work," he muttered to himself, lacing up his boots with renewed energy. Today was Orientation, the first step toward something more. Lorian had spent too much time doubting himself. Now, he was ready to seize the opportunities ahead.

A sharp knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Captain Aric entered, his expression steady as always, but his eyes held something more—an unspoken confidence in Lorian.

"Good. You're up," Aric said, stepping inside. "There's something I need to tell you before the day gets going."

Lorian glanced at him, curious. "What is it?"

"I've been called to join the investigative squad," Aric explained. "The Wendigo attacks. They want me to lead the search into why they were so close to Valeria. I'll be gone for a while."

Lorian straightened, taking in the weight of the news. "You're leaving today?"

Aric nodded. "Yes. Which means you'll need to handle things on your own for a bit. But I know you're ready for this."

Lorian felt a surge of determination. Aric's words weren't just for comfort—they were a reminder. He wasn't here to play a passive role. He had a purpose, and today was his chance to step into it.

"I won't let you down," Lorian replied, his voice firm.

"I know you won't," Aric said with a small smile. "You're stronger than you think. Keep that in mind."

The confidence in Aric's voice settled something inside Lorian. He wasn't just here as an accessory to someone else's success—he had his own path to walk, and Aric believed in his potential. That belief gave him the push he needed.

Aric placed a firm hand on Lorian's shoulder. "Make the most of it. I'll see you soon."

With a final nod, Aric left, leaving Lorian standing there with renewed purpose. He wasn't going to be sidelined. This was his opportunity to show what he was capable of.

Lorian stepped out into the bustling hallway of the academy. Students hurried by, their excitement palpable as they made their way to the main hall for Orientation. The energy in the air was undeniable, and instead of feeling like an outsider, Lorian felt ready to immerse himself in it.

As he entered the academy's grand hall, the sight before him took his breath away. The towering arches and glowing runes etched into the stone walls created a space that felt more alive than any building he had ever seen. Stained glass windows depicted the great histories of Valeria—legendary battles, magisters of unimaginable power, and the birth of the academy itself. The air thrummed with magic, and Lorian could feel its pull in every stone and every whisper of wind that passed through the chamber.

Rows of students filled the benches, their excited chatter buzzing through the space. Lorian noticed those who wore prestigious pins—students already recognized for their talents and potential. He spotted Elara near the front, her Gold Kirin Pin catching the light. She was right where she was meant to be, admired and respected.

But for the first time in a while, that didn't bother him. He wasn't here for the same reasons. He had his own journey to focus on, and that was enough.

Lorian found a seat off to the side, his eyes scanning the hall with purpose. Today wasn't about staying quiet or going unnoticed—it was about watching, learning, and making sure he was ready for whatever came next. The academy's banners hung high above the stage, each symbol representing something more than just magic. They represented possibility, strength, and the potential for greatness.

The hall slowly quieted as a tall man dressed in deep purple robes ascended the stage. His sharp features were familiar to Lorian—Magister Orion, head of the academy. His cold, calculating gaze swept over the crowd, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room.

"Welcome to the Royal Academy of Valeria," Orion's voice rang out, clear and authoritative. "Today marks the beginning of your journey here—whether you are a new student, a returning one, or, in some cases, companions to those more gifted."

Lorian's jaw tightened slightly at the subtle jab, but he kept his gaze fixed forward, determined to listen.

"You have each earned your place within these halls, but I must remind you—merit is not guaranteed. This academy thrives on competition, progress, and achievement. There are no shortcuts to greatness. Every one of you will be tested—physically, mentally, and magically."

A ripple of quiet whispers spread through the room as Orion let his words sink in. The weight of what was to come was clear to everyone.

"For most of you," Orion continued, his sharp gaze sweeping over the students, "your journey truly begins today with the qualifier test. This test will determine your rank, your place in the academy, and what pin you will wear on your cloak."

Lorian's attention sharpened. This was what he had been waiting for. The qualifier test was his chance to prove that he belonged here—more than just as Elara's Shieldbearer.

"The pin you earn today," Orion said, "will signify your standing at the academy. It is not just a marker of status, but of your potential. Let me remind you of the ranks."

Orion gestured to the small group of students already wearing pins, including Elara, whose Gold Kirin Pin glinted in the morning light.

"The Bronze Pin of the Griffin," he began, "represents the base level of achievement. It is awarded to those who meet the academy's minimum expectations in magic, combat, and intellect. It symbolizes courage and guardianship, but it is only a starting point. From there, you rise."

Lorian's eyes flicked to a few students who wore the Bronze Pin with pride, though it was clear they wanted more. The Griffin was just the beginning.

"The Silver Pin of the Phoenix," Orion continued, "is for those who demonstrate excellence in one or more disciplines. It represents rebirth, resilience, and the ability to rise from challenges. To wear the Phoenix Pin is to have proven yourself superior to the average student."

Lorian could see the silvers scattered throughout the crowd. Their focused, confident expressions revealed the weight of their accomplishments and their drive to keep climbing.

"Then there is the Gold Pin of the Kirin," Orion's voice grew heavier with significance. "This pin is rare, granted only to those who excel across all fields—magic, combat, and intellect. It represents purity, wisdom, and balance. Few attain it, and even fewer manage to keep it."

Lorian's gaze naturally drifted to Elara. Her Gold Kirin Pin shone brightly against her cloak, and while it had come with honor, Lorian could sense the pressure that came with it. She would have to maintain her standing through every test and trial.

"But," Orion said, pausing as the room fell silent, "above even the Kirin is the Dragonstone Pin."

A collective breath seemed to hold as Orion's eyes scanned the hall. Lorian's pulse quickened.

"The Dragonstone Pin of the Dragon is awarded only once each year, to the top-ranked student," Orion explained, his voice ringing out with authority. "This student must demonstrate mastery not only in studies, combat, and magical ability but also in leadership. The Dragon represents power, wisdom, and the rare ability to lead and excel in all arenas. Only one will claim it."

Lorian's heart raced. The Dragonstone Pin wasn't just an achievement—it was the ultimate prize, one that marked a student for greatness. But it was a long road to reach that level, and only the best of the best would stand a chance.

"For those who have not yet received a pin," Orion continued, returning to the matter at hand, "today's qualifier will determine your initial rank. You will be tested in magic, combat, and mental acuity. Your performance across all three will dictate which pin you earn and which wing you will be assigned to."

The hall grew tense, the stakes setting in for those who hadn't been tested yet—including Lorian. He knew he couldn't afford to fall behind.

"Some of you may not perform well today," Orion said, his tone hard. "If you fall short of your potential, you will have another chance to requalify halfway through the term. However, know this: the requalifier will be more difficult, and few manage to climb higher if they fail early."

The students shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Lorian felt the pressure building, but it fueled him. He was ready to face whatever the qualifier threw at him. He wasn't about to wait for a second chance.

"The final qualifier," Orion said, "will be at the end of the year. It will determine not only your rank for the following year but your eligibility for the Dragonstone Pin. Only those who consistently excel will have a chance at this highest honor."

Orion paused, letting his words linger in the air. The room was filled with both excitement and tension—this was the academy's way. Every step was a test, every failure a setback that could be difficult to recover from.

"Remember," Orion said, his gaze locking on each student as if daring them to falter, "this academy does not care about your family name or your connections. What matters here is merit. Prove yourselves worthy, and you will rise. Fall behind, and you will be forgotten."

Lorian took a deep breath, his body tense with anticipation. This was his moment. He wasn't just here to watch Elara succeed—he had his own path, and it started now.

Orion raised his hand, signaling for the students to stand. "You will now be divided into groups for the qualifier test. Prepare yourselves. The real work begins today."

The students began to move, filing toward the testing areas as directed by the academy's staff. Lorian squared his shoulders, his mind focused on one thing: proving that he was more than anyone expected.

As the hall emptied and the qualifier loomed, Lorian felt a surge of determination. He was ready.

The students spilled out into the academy courtyard, where various testing stations had been set up. Instructors called out names, directing students toward their designated groups. Lorian watched the crowd for a moment, letting the tension of the moment settle in his chest. This was his chance to prove himself, to show he could rise above his current role.

Before he could move to his station, a familiar voice stopped him.

"Well, if it isn't the Aeloria family's loyal Shieldbearer."

Lorian turned and found himself face to face with Julian Veldt, his once-close friend from Aelshire. Julian wore a smirk that hadn't changed since they were younger—confident, amused, and always ready with a cutting remark. His silver Phoenix Pin gleamed on his chest, signaling his rank before the qualifier even started.

Beside Julian was Celeste Leclair, her arms crossed and her dark hair falling in perfect waves over her shoulders, and Vivienne Valenwood, more reserved but no less striking. Both wore Phoenix Pins as well. They hadn't been tested today either, but their earlier evaluations had secured them their rank.

Julian tilted his head slightly, his smirk widening. "I thought you'd be busy polishing Elara's armor by now, not standing around with the rest of us."

Lorian resisted the urge to clench his fists. "I'm here for the same reason you are, Julian. To prove myself."

"Really?" Julian raised an eyebrow. "Because from where I'm standing, you've already lost your chance to prove anything. Or are you still holding out hope for something better than being a glorified bodyguard?"

Lorian locked eyes with Julian, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. He could feel the sting of the words, but he wouldn't let it show. He wasn't here to rehash the past or justify himself to people who had already written him off.

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you, Julian," Lorian said, his voice steady. "I'm here to rise, just like the rest of you."

Celeste chuckled softly, exchanging a glance with Julian. "Rise? With what? Mana manipulation has never been your strong suit, has it? Or are you planning to impress everyone with your sword again? Unfortunately, this is the academy—combat is only part of the game."

Lorian's jaw tightened, but before he could respond, something caught his eye across the courtyard. It was her.

Selene.

The Princess moved with the kind of grace that made everything around her seem to slow. Her long, flowing hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her lavender gown was intricately embroidered, a delicate contrast to the students around her. Lorian's breath caught in his throat as he watched her, his heart pounding. She looked as breathtaking as ever.

She had been kind to him back in Aelshire, always polite, always approachable despite her rank. Lorian had admired her from afar, though he'd never found the courage to say much beyond formalities. Seeing her here, in the academy, brought a rush of emotions he hadn't expected.

"You're staring," Julian's voice snapped him back to reality.

Lorian's cheeks flushed as he quickly tore his gaze away, but it was too late. Julian, Celeste, and Vivienne had all noticed.

"Oh no," Celeste said with a sly grin. "Still holding a torch for the Princess, are we?"

Lorian stiffened, trying to keep his expression neutral. "It's not like that."

"Sure, it's not," Julian laughed, nudging him with his elbow. "I see the way you look at her. Don't worry, Lorian—maybe if you're lucky, she'll notice you at some point. You know, in between all her royal duties and conversations with actual important people."

Celeste let out a soft giggle. "Oh, Julian, don't tease him. Maybe she'll ask him to carry her books or stand guard outside her door. That's what Shieldbearers do, isn't it?"

Lorian's hands tightened into fists at his sides. He fought back the urge to snap at them, to remind them that he wasn't just here to serve someone else's future. He had his own path, and it didn't involve being belittled by people who thought they had already won.

Vivienne, who had been silent, finally spoke, her tone calm but pointed. "Leave him alone. We've all got our own goals here. Besides, some of us actually need to focus on the test instead of mocking others."

Her words cut through the mockery, silencing Julian and Celeste for a moment. Vivienne had always been the most level-headed of the group, and though her defense wasn't exactly warm, it was appreciated. Lorian gave her a slight nod of thanks, and she returned it before turning her attention back to the testing grounds.

"Whatever," Julian said with a shrug, clearly not wanting to lose his playful superiority. "Just don't get distracted, Lorian. Wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself in front of her."

With that, Julian and Celeste moved toward the magic testing grounds, leaving Lorian standing there with the echo of their taunts hanging in the air.

He took a deep breath, shaking off the lingering sting of their words. His gaze flicked once more toward Selene, who was now speaking with one of the instructors, her expression calm and focused. He admired her poise, the way she carried herself so effortlessly. But Julian's mocking reminder burned in his mind—he wasn't here for distractions. He had to focus on the test ahead.

Lorian squared his shoulders and made his way toward the magic testing station. This was the real challenge—he knew his weaknesses when it came to mana control. Magic had always been Elara's domain, but that didn't mean he wasn't capable of learning.

The instructor handed him a small mana crystal, her gaze firm. "Your task is to focus your energy through this crystal and direct it toward the target. Control is key."

Lorian nodded, gripping the crystal in his hand. The weight of the task loomed over him, but he wasn't going to let his past failures define this moment. He closed his eyes, feeling the faint hum of energy within the crystal.

Focus.

He concentrated, trying to draw the mana from within and channel it into the crystal. For a brief moment, he felt a spark of power, a flicker of something real. But as he tried to shape it, the energy slipped through his grasp, fizzling out before it could fully form.

The crystal dimmed, and Lorian let out a frustrated breath.

"Again," the instructor said, her voice patient but firm. "Focus."

Lorian clenched his jaw, nodding as he tried once more. He could feel the judgmental eyes of the other students on him, Julian's mocking voice still fresh in his mind. But he blocked it out, concentrating solely on the crystal.

This time, the energy flared brighter, and for a second, he thought he had it. But just as quickly, it sputtered out, leaving him standing there with a dull crystal in his hand.

The instructor gave a curt nod. "Keep practicing."

Lorian returned the crystal with a nod, though the disappointment weighed heavily on him. His heart raced, not from exertion, but from the frustration of knowing he had failed at the one thing he needed to master.

As he turned to leave the magic station, he heard Julian's voice call out from across the courtyard.

"Still struggling, Lorian?" Julian smirked as he conjured a perfect fireball and sent it sailing toward his target. "Some of us make it look easy, don't we?"

Lorian didn't respond. He couldn't afford to. He was already pushing himself too hard, and the last thing he needed was to get dragged into another exchange. He still had one more test ahead—the intellectual challenge. And this time, he wouldn't let anyone else get in his head.

As he moved toward the next station, his resolve solidified. He was here to prove himself. No more distractions.