.
Long before I could walk, I was marked.
Not with love, nor hate—but with silence.
Born the ninth son of a minor noble house in the Virelian Empire, I was little more than a name on a scroll. My father had seven sons before me who already carried his will. Three daughters who held his heart. And one final wife—my mother—who was neither warrior nor queen.
She held me once, smiled... and died a week later.
The other mothers of my half-siblings were kind in a distant way. They did not interfere. They did not protect.
I was raised by silence. And by the weight of being unwanted.
> [SYSTEM LINK DETECTED: User Kael Virdane]
Initializing Base Status...
Synchronization: 12%
The System watched all. It judged, calculated, offered chances.
Some were born with legendary classes—Blade Sovereigns, Timecallers, Starbinders.
I was born without any.
Until the dreams began.
Flames that whispered names I didn't recognize. A sword buried in a moon of ash. A name repeated again and again: Kaeltharin.
I was five when my first glyph appeared—burned into my palm like a brand.
> [UNREGISTERED TRAIT: Dream-Echo Instinct]
Origin: Unknown – System Classification Pending
My father ordered me sealed from the archives. My siblings were forbidden to speak my name.
But Seris—the third daughter—never obeyed. She brought me food. She brought me stories. She told me of heroes who were never chosen by fate, but chose themselves.
"You're not a mistake," she once whispered. "You're a hidden flame. One day you'll burn everything they built."
I didn't believe her.
Not then.
But the System did.
And it waited.