Blind Legacy of Time

The exam grounds buzzed with activity in the early morning hours. Hundreds of young magic candidates awaited the overseers' instructions. On a large platform, a black-robed overseer addressed the crowd. "Today marks the first phase of your entrance exams to the academy," he said, his voice reverberating across the courtyard. "The first task a duel. You will demonstrate your power, control, and wits. Your pairings will now be announced."

Arden and Lyra stood side by side in the crowd. Lyra held Arden's hand, her golden eyes scanning the scene. "Excited?" she asked, her voice cheerful. Arden nodded, but his blind eye ached the dark energy from the crack had left a lingering pressure. "A little," he admitted, his tone honest. "But being here with you… makes it easier." Lyra smiled. "Always," she murmured.

The overseer began announcing the pairings. When Arden's name was called, his opponent was a familiar one: Kael. The crowd murmured Kael was known as one of the most noticeable candidates in the courtyard, but the true nature of Arden's flames was yet to be revealed. As Kael stepped onto the platform, he shot Arden a mocking glance. "Blind kid," he said, his tone biting. "Your flames can't match mine. These exams are too tough for someone like you."

Arden's brows furrowed, anger rising, but he controlled it this time Andre's words echoing in his mind: "Watch your anger." He met Kael's smug smirk with a calm tone. "If you're so strong, why are you so scared?" he said, his voice laced with mockery. The crowd fell silent, Kael's eyes narrowing. "What did you say?" he hissed, his anger flaring.

The duel began. Kael spread his arms, and orange flames erupted strong, heating the air around the platform. But when Arden opened his palms, blood-red flames rose so intense, so feral that Kael's flames paled in comparison. Arden's flames shook the platform, forcing candidates to step back their blood-red nature was unique and terrifying. Kael shaped his fire into a spear and hurled it at Arden, but Arden, with a single motion, formed his flames into a shield, dispersing the spear and sending a wave of fire toward Kael.

Kael barely deflected the wave, his mocking expression replaced by shock and fear. "This… how is this possible?!" he shouted, his voice trembling. Arden's flames were far stronger, far more ferocious than Kael's orange blaze the power gap was palpable to everyone watching. Arden shaped his flames into a whip, sending Kael crashing to the platform's edge. Kael hit the ground, struggling to his feet, but there was a coldness in Arden's eyes.

Kael attacked again, his flames sweeping over the platform like a storm, but Arden's blood-red fire sliced through the storm, knocking Kael down once more. On his knees, Kael's flames flickered weakly. "You… you're a freak!" he shouted, his voice filled with fear. Arden's anger flared Kael's words awakened something dark within him. "A freak?" he hissed, his tone dangerous.

Arden lost control his rage consumed him. He reached for his blind eye, gripping the eyepatch and tearing it off in one swift motion. As the eyepatch fell to the ground, a yellow light burst from his blind eye so intense it shook the platform, dispersing all flames in its wake, forcing the crowd to stagger back. The light felt as if it slowed time everyone seemed frozen, the energy from Arden's blind eye enveloping the courtyard.

Arden stared at Kael, his eyes glowing with yellow light. "The difference between heaven and earth escapes the mind," he said, his voice cold and resonant. "Time kneels before me, and all mortals worship me." He raised his hand to the sky, and a massive clock appeared black with a golden face, its hands sharp as arrows. The clock ticked once every minute, each tick releasing an energy arrow that shot down, piercing Kael's heart.

Kael screamed, collapsing to his knees each arrow that struck sent his body into convulsions, his eyes wide with terror. The first arrow pierced his chest, extinguishing his flames, his body trembling uncontrollably. The second arrow struck the center of his heart, blood spurting from his mouth, his breaths ragged and desperate. The third arrow pinned him to the ground Kael's hands clawed at the platform, nails scraping the stone, but there was no escape from the agony. The fourth arrow hit, and Kael's eyes went vacant, his body stiffening for a moment before slumping to the side lifeless, his eyes open, frozen in a mask of torment.

The clock in the sky vanished, and the yellow light from Arden's blind eye dimmed, but the courtyard still trembled. The crowd was too terrified to make a sound frozen in fear, their eyes locked on Kael's charred remains and Arden, unable to even whisper. Arden collapsed to his knees, breathless, his blind eye still burning, his mind a haze he barely understood what he had done.

Lyra rushed onto the platform, kneeling beside Arden. "Arden," she said, her voice calm but tinged with concern. "Are you okay?" Arden shook his head, his gaze drifting to Kael's lifeless body. "I don't know," he said, his voice trembling. "This power… it's bigger than me."

At that moment, a shadow appeared in the center of the courtyard a tall, slender silhouette surrounded by a deep purple aura. It was the academy's headmaster, Vaelis Draven, a legendary figure. His long, silver-gray hair cascaded over his shoulders, his night-blue eyes piercing, his gaze so sharp it sent shivers through the crowd. He wore a black robe with golden embroidery, holding a slender silver staff that glowed with a faint purple light. As Vaelis stepped onto the platform, the air grew heavy, as if time itself bowed to his presence.

Vaelis looked at Arden, his eyes locking onto the blind eye. "This power… is dangerous," he said, his voice deep and resonant, carrying a mix of curiosity and caution. "And you… are a threat." He turned to the crowd, his voice filling the courtyard. "Exams are postponed! Disperse immediately!" The crowd scattered in terrified silence, but Vaelis cast one last glance at Arden his eyes held both a warning and a flicker of intrigue.

Lyra held Arden's hand, her voice steady. "I'm here," she whispered, resolute. Arden remained silent, his blind eye still burning and Kael's lifeless body lay on the platform, a grim warning.