Chapter 51
When the helmet was placed upon Ronan's head, a faint glow surrounded him. The others instinctively closed their eyes as if reacting to an unseen force. When they opened them again, the world had shifted.
They now stood atop a mountain, surrounded by clouds and wind, the horizon stretched with a quiet stillness. Confused, they glanced around—then they saw them.
Three figures stood nearby: a young boy, no older than four, quietly observing two teenagers sparring. The older boy looked around sixteen, while the girl appeared to be about fourteen. Just by looking, one could tell they were family.
The girl lunged forward with her wooden sword. The older boy parried it effortlessly, but she quickly flipped through the air with grace and force, catching him slightly off balance. She seized the opening and attacked again—but he was ready. With a swift motion, he swept her legs from under her and placed his blade gently on her neck.
"You lost, Jane," he said with a smug grin.
