Kael didn't move.
The man before him radiated danger—not the kind that screamed violence, but the quiet, suffocating kind. The kind that crept into a room like fog and choked out the light before you even knew it was there.
> "You weren't supposed to survive the fire."
The words echoed in Kael's mind like a curse.
He stared at the cloaked figure, fists still clenched at his sides. "So what? You're one of them?" he asked. "Here to finish what they started?"
The man raised an eyebrow, then stepped inside the cave, uninvited but certain of his place.
> "If I were here to kill you," he said calmly, "you'd already be dead."
Kael didn't relax, but he let his hands lower an inch.
The man's eyes scanned the cave—pausing briefly on the spot where the fire had been, then flicking to Kael's arm.
> "The sigil's awakened. Too soon," he muttered.
> "You keep saying that," Kael snapped. "What does it even mean? What is this mark?"
The man looked him over, his expression unreadable.
> "It means you're not just Kael anymore. You're a carrier of the Ember—a remnant of Orvane's legacy. And now... you're a threat."
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Kael's heart pounded.
Orvane. That name again. It was more than a word now—it felt like a memory just out of reach.
> "You still haven't told me who you are," Kael said.
> "I'm a Watcher," the man replied simply. "Our order exists to monitor the Ember-bearers. To ensure they don't burn the world down—again."
> "Again?" Kael repeated. "You mean this happened before?"
The man didn't answer right away. Instead, he walked to the mouth of the cave and looked out at the forest, as if expecting something—or someone.
> "Orvane tried to save the world with fire," he finally said. "Instead, he almost destroyed it. The last Ember-bearers went mad. Some tried to reshape kingdoms. Others vanished. Only one remained… until now."
Kael's mouth went dry. "You think I'm going to end the world?"
The Watcher turned to him, eyes like iron.
> "No. I think the people who abandoned you… might have just ensured it."
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Silence settled between them, heavy and suffocating.
> "They knew," Kael said softly. "The people in my village—they knew what I was."
The Watcher nodded. "That's why they burned it. They thought by destroying the host, they could destroy the Ember."
> "So they chained me," Kael muttered. "Left me to die."
> "And still, it wasn't enough. You lived. The Ember chose you."
Kael took a step back, shaking his head. "I didn't choose any of this. I didn't ask for a cursed mark or glowing hounds or voices in flames."
The man's tone softened for the first time. "No one ever does."
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Kael looked down at his hand. The sigil had faded now, but he could still feel it—like a heartbeat under his skin.
> "So what happens now?"
The Watcher walked over, pulled back his cloak, and revealed a leather-bound scroll—sealed with a wax emblem shaped like a sun split in half.
> "Now you come with me. We go to the Sanctum. There are others—those who can help you control what's inside you. You can learn. Fight. Protect yourself."
Kael stared at the scroll, then the man.
> "And if I don't go?"
> "Then the people who failed to kill you the first time will try again," the Watcher said grimly. "And next time… they'll bring more than fire."
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Kael exhaled sharply.
All his life, he had been alone. Used. Then discarded. Now this stranger offered him a path—but also a warning: power without control would destroy him. And maybe the world, too.
Could he trust this man?
No.
But could he survive without him?
Maybe not.
> "Fine," Kael said. "Take me to the Sanctum."
The Watcher nodded once and turned to leave. As Kael followed him into the forest, he couldn't help but glance over his shoulder—back toward the ruins of who he had been.
> Goodbye again, he thought.
Because Kael Ardent was no longer just a boy.
He was a vessel of something ancient. A flame rekindled.
And the world would remember the name of the one they left behind.