CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

As the first light of dawn crept through the windows, I woke with a sense of excitement pulsing through my veins. Today marked the beginning of the magical tournament. Quickly dressing, I made my way downstairs to join Cleon for breakfast.

I found Cleon already seated at the table, a spread of food laid out before him. Good morning, Cleon, I greeted him with a smile as I took a seat across from him.

Morning, Evelinde Cleon replied.

Hope you slept well?

I did, i replied helping myself to some breakfast. How did your meeting with the sentinel wolves go yesterday, with everything happening i forgot to ask you.

They all said they haven't seen anyone or anything suspicious.

Do you maybe think your men might be mistaken?

I really don't know Evelinde, but even if it were to be a mistake how can anyone explain the spell that was cast on them?

I don't know Cleon and the tournament starts today.

I did tell them to be vigilant and let me know if anything strange happens.

After finishing our meal, Cleon and I made our way to the tournament grounds. The grounds has been adorned with colorful banners representing each participating kingdom. As we found our seats, I could feel the energy in the air, the anticipation building with each passing moment.

Most of the royal families were already present, and soon the whole place was filled up.

The king stood up not too far from where we are seated and addressed everyone.

My esteemed guests, noble allies, and cherished citizens of Aegalia, his voice boomed across the arena, carrying with it the weight of authority and the warmth of genuine camaraderie. Today marks the beginning of a grand tradition, a celebration of magic and unity that has endured for generations.

A wave of excitement rippled through the crowd, anticipation shining in their eyes as they awaited the start of the festivities. King Aelfdene continued, his words carrying the weight of tradition and the promise of enchantment.

To our esteemed competitors, I offer my deepest admiration and encouragement, he declared, his gaze sweeping over the assembled sorcerers and enchanters. Your talents and dedication have brought you to this moment, and I have no doubt that you will astound us all with your mastery of the arcane arts.

The king's words were met with applause and cheers, echoing throughout the tournament grounds.

The king's gaze swept over the assembled throng, his expression one of boundless optimism and hope. But let us not forget the true spirit of this tournament—a spirit of friendship, camaraderie, and mutual respect. As we gather to witness the magic of our realm's most talented sorcerers and enchanters, let us remember that it is our shared love of magic that unites us, transcending borders and differences.

With a gracious nod, King Aelfdene concluded his address, his words lingering in the air like a promise of adventure and wonder. And so, let the tournaments begin! May the magic of Aegalia shine bright, and may the bonds of friendship and unity grow ever stronger in the days ahead.

I joined everyone else in a round of applause for the king after his speech.

Wow Cleon, your father sure have a way with words, that was impressive. I said to Cleon quietly.

As i sat with Cleon, my eyes scanning the bustling crowd, a familiar figure caught my attention. It was my father, a mixture of emotions stirred within me as I watched him address the crowd, his voice carrying across the tournament grounds.

He spoke with clarity and authority, ensuring that all could hear his words.

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed competitors, and honored guests, he began, his voice projecting to every corner of the tournament grounds. Welcome to the annual Feast of Enchantment magical tournament!

A ripple of applause and anticipation swept through the crowd as he continued, his gaze sweeping over the assembly. As tradition dictates, this tournament is divided into several categories, each showcasing a different aspect of magical prowess.

He gestured towards a large display board, where the categories were listed in bold letters: Combat Magic, Potion Making, Arcane Arts, and Elemental Magic. In Combat Magic, we will witness displays of skill and strategy as competitors engage in magical duels and battles of wit.

His voice grew animated as he spoke of each category, his passion for magic evident in every word. In Potion Making, our alchemists will concoct elixirs and brews of unparalleled potency, testing their knowledge of herbs and arcane ingredients.

He then turned to the category of Arcane Arts, his expression turning reverent. Here, we will witness the intricacies of spellcasting and incantations, as our sorcerers and enchanters weave their magic to mesmerize and astound.

Finally, he addressed the category of Elemental Magic, his voice tinged with awe. And lastly, in Elemental Magic, we will witness the raw power of the elements harnessed and controlled, as our elementalists demonstrate mastery over fire, water, earth, and air.

His words were met with enthusiastic applause and cheers from the crowd, eager to witness the spectacle that lay ahead. So let the tournaments begin! he proclaimed, his voice ringing out with excitement. May the magic flow freely, and may the best mage prevail in each category!

With a flourish, he stepped back, his words setting the stage for the thrilling competitions that were about to unfold. As the first competitors prepared to showcase their talents, the excitement in the air was palpable, and the tournament grounds buzzed with anticipation.

Your father is not bad himself, said Cleon.

I guess he is not, i said in a murmur as i watch my father share a smile with his new wife, as i come to the realization that this is indeed who my father is. He is a noble through and through and at that particular moment all the memories i have of him growing up as a penniless pauper came crashing down.