(Location: A vast icy training ground in the Ice Empire. The cold wind howls through the place, and the arena walls are covered with a thin layer of snow. Agnes stands in the middle of the arena, tired and smeared with snow, trying to focus on controlling her power while gusts of erratic wind emanate from her.)
Agnes (sighing as she tries again): I can't do this! Every time I try to focus, the wind slips away from me!
(She stomps her foot on the ground, causing a small snow whirlwind.)
(Light footsteps are heard in the background, and a quiet voice speaks.)
Nain (with a gentle smile): Perhaps because you're trying too hard?
(Agnes turns quickly to see him. Nain stands in his heavy coat, hands in his pockets, his blue eyes looking at her calmly.)
Agnes (with surprise mixed with nervousness): Nain? What are you doing here?
Nain (with a slight smile): I heard the training here is tough. I thought I'd offer a helping hand.
Agnes (hesitantly): I don't need help. This is a control exercise for my power, and I just... need to focus.
(Nain approaches with steady steps, stands beside her, and points to a distant target.)
Nain (calmly): Alright, let's do it together. Look at that ice pillar over there. Focus only on it. Imagine the wind is an extension of your arm. Don't force it, just guide it.
Agnes (hesitantly, but tries to follow his advice): Like my arm...
(She slowly extends her hand, trying to direct the wind towards the target. At first, the power wavers, but gradually the wind begins to respond. Agnes's face shows signs of concentration as the wind moves steadily towards the place.)
Nain (with an encouraging smile): Well done! I think you're starting to understand.
(Agnes turns to him, her expression a mix of astonishment and happiness.)
Agnes (in an enthusiastic voice): I did it!
Nain (with a soft laugh): Yes, but that's just the beginning. Now try to maintain that control while moving.
(Nain steps back, then points to a set of ice pillars scattered around the arena.)
Nain (with a simple challenge): It's time to see if you can direct the wind while jumping between them.
Agnes (determinedly): I'm ready.
(Suddenly, it turns into a mobility training session, as Agnes tries to control her power while moving around. Nain guides her patiently, giving her precise feedback. Gradually, her confidence grows, and a small smile appears on Nain's face as he watches her.)
(Agnes successfully brings down a large ice pillar, and a look of pride is in Nain's eyes.)
Nain (with a wide smile): It seems you're truly beginning to understand your power.
Agnes (in a grateful tone): Thank you, Nain. I couldn't have done that without you... Ah!!
Agnes (in alarm): Ah!
(She loses her balance and falls straight towards Nain, who tries to catch her but stumbles himself. Both of them end up on the ground, Agnes lying on top of Nain.)
Nain (in a quiet voice, but carrying a tone of surprise): Well, I didn't expect this as part of the training.
Agnes (her face blushing with embarrassment as she tries to get up quickly): Sorry! I didn't mean to!
(She tries to stand but loses her balance again, pressing her hand against Nain's chest to steady herself.)
Nain (with a slight smile as he looks at her): It's okay, just take a deep breath.
(Agnes finally stands up, her face still flushed as she avoids looking directly at Nain.)
Agnes (in a low voice): Really, I'm sorry. That was clumsy of me.
Nain (gets up and brushes the snow off his clothes, smiling in his calm way): Don't worry, it wasn't a destructive fall. Though, you do have a special talent for falling on me.
(He looks at her with a playful gaze, making Agnes feel even more embarrassed.)
Agnes (trying to change the subject): Let's get back to training! I need to improve my control skills more.
Nain (with a soft laugh): Definitely. But maybe we need extra training on how to walk on ice.
(He laughs while Agnes holds her head in shame, but she ends up smiling.)
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(Location: The throne room of the Earth Empire. Sunlight pierces through the stained glass, reflecting faint colors on the walls. Emperor Arkan sits on his golden throne, placing his hand on his heart as if trying to restrain a vague feeling overwhelming him. He sits alone without anyone present.)
Arkan (in a low, hesitant voice, as if speaking to himself): Why do I feel this? As if something great is approaching...
(He presses his hand firmly against his chest, his eyes carrying a mix of anxiety and mystery.)
(He rises slowly from his throne, walking with heavy steps towards the large window overlooking the palace gardens. He places his hands behind his back and looks into the distance as if searching for an answer on the horizon, seeing his four children playing and laughing.)
Arkan (in a clearer voice, but still carrying mystery): Soon... soon, my heart.
(The wind suddenly blows, as if carrying an unknown message. Arkan closes his eyes for a moment, then returns to his throne.)
Arkan (whispers deeply): Soon...
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