Blind Legacy of Time

Arden and Lyra sat in the forest clearing, the scars of the battle with the shadowy figure still etched into the earth, though the air now felt softer, calmer. Lyra hugged her knees, her blood-red hair dancing in the faint breeze, her golden eyes watching Arden. The burn on her arm had faded, and a peaceful smile played on her lips the calm of being near him.

Arden felt her gaze but kept his eyes on the ground. His flames blood-red and wild danced in his mind. He'd wielded them with Karlin's cunning against the figure, but the rage… it lingered like a shadow. "Sometimes I can't control it," he said, his voice low but earnest. "My flames… they wake something in me."

Lyra smiled, reaching out to take his hand. "I know," she said, her voice soft but steady. "But that rage doesn't define you. You're… so much more." Arden looked up, finding warmth in her golden eyes. In that moment, the storm within him stilled.

They sat in silence, the forest's whispers surrounding them. Lyra's hand was warm in his, and Arden realized her touch warmed him more than his flames ever could. She broke the quiet. "Come on," she said, her eyes sparkling. "Let's do something different this time. Duel me." Arden turned to her, surprised. "A duel?" he asked, eyebrows rising. Lyra laughed, standing. "Yes! With our flames. But this time… let's just have fun. No rage, okay?"

Arden stood, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Alright," he said, opening his palms. Blood-red flames rose calm, yet still edged with wildness. Lyra summoned her fire, a sweet scent spreading as her flames danced softly. "Ready?" she asked, a playful tone in her voice. Arden nodded. "Always," he replied.

The duel began. Lyra shaped her flames into a thin thread, sending it toward Arden gentle but swift. He sidestepped, forming his flames into a shield. "Is that all?" he asked, a teasing edge in his voice. Lyra laughed. "We're just starting!" she said, her flames blooming like a flower, sending a burst toward him. Arden shaped his fire into a spear, splitting her burst in two.

Their flames danced Lyra's sweet-scented fire weaving with Arden's blood-red blaze in perfect harmony. Lyra paused, then ran toward him, her flames spinning into a ring around him. "Caught you!" she teased, eyes gleaming. Arden laughed a genuine laugh, the first in a long while. "Not yet," he said, his flames spiraling to scatter her ring.

The duel turned into a game they challenged each other with their flames, but there was no anger, only joy. Lyra stumbled, losing her balance, and fell into Arden's arms. They tumbled to the ground, laughing together. Lyra rested against his chest, breathless. "That… was so fun," she said, her voice brimming with happiness. Arden looked at her, his black hair mixing with her blood-red strands. "Everything's fun with you," he said, his voice honest but soft.

Lyra lifted her head, her golden eyes shining. "You know," she said, her voice low but earnest, "here, with you… the world feels brighter." Arden's heart raced as he gently touched her cheek. "Everything's brighter with you," he replied, pressing his forehead to hers. Lyra smiled softly, closing her eyes. "Let's stay like this, okay?" she whispered. Arden nodded. "Forever," he murmured, a vow.

But then, the forest fell unnaturally silent. A chill ran down Arden's spine. His blind eye burned sharper than ever, and the red spirit's voice echoed: "The blind heir cannot escape. Your master stirs."

Before he could react, a searing pain shot through his eye, the world blurring. Lyra's voice called his name, but it faded as darkness swallowed him.

What do you think the red spirit means by 'Your master stirs'? Let me know in the comments!