Darkness, Exists?

Chapter-4

Jimin stood alongside his father in the private training hall, he felt the weight of expectation settling upon his shoulders. With the stained glass windows high above casting colorful beams of light into the room, the king's words echoed in his mind.

"Focus, Jimin," the king's voice urged, his tone firm yet encouraging. "See the ray of light with your mind's eye and then bend it to your will."

With a determined expression, Jimin fixed his gaze upon the nearest ray of light, its ethereal glow illuminating the space around him. Closing his eyes, he reached out with his senses, searching for the faintest flicker of energy within the luminous beam.

With each breath, he felt the power of the light coursing through him, its warmth and brilliance a tangible presence in the room. Slowly, he began to channel his own energy, shaping it into a focused stream of intent.

With a steady hand and unwavering concentration, Jimin reached out to the ray of light, his mind envisioning its path bending to his command. And as he willed it to obey, he felt a surge of exhilaration course through him as the beam of light obediently shifted course, dancing in response to his unspoken command.

In that moment, Jimin felt a sense of pride swell within him, a testament to his growing mastery over the ancient art of light manipulation.

As Jimin basked in the euphoria of his successful manipulation of the light, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him, causing his head to throb with intense pressure. With a hand pressed against his temple, he struggled to maintain his balance as his vision blurred and his senses grew hazy.

The world around him seemed to spin and twist, the vibrant colors of the stained glass windows blending into a dizzying kaleidoscope of hues. Desperately, he reached out for support, but his strength failed him, and with a faint cry, he crumpled to the floor, unconsciousness claiming him before he could even comprehend what was happening.

In the silence of the training hall, the only sound that remained was the soft rustle of fabric as the king rushed to his son's side, concern etched upon his features. With a heavy heart, he knelt beside Jimin's prone form, his mind racing with worry.

As he gently cradled Jimin's limp body in his arms, the king's thoughts turned to the dark secrets that lurked beneath the surface of his consciousness. And as he gazed down at his unconscious son, a sense of foreboding settled over him, casting a shadow over their once bright hopes for the future.

With a tender touch, the king gently brushed his hand through Jimin's hair, his voice a soothing whisper in the stillness of the training hall. "I know this is difficult," he murmured, his words a comforting reassurance to his unconscious son. "I know you do not understand why this keeps happening to you. But very soon, my son, you will be able to tap into your full potential."

As he spoke, the king's voice carried a sense of quiet determination, a steadfast belief in Jimin's inherent strength and resilience. With each passing day, they drew closer to the day Jimin will be able to uncover the true extent of his powers.

"The day draws near," the king continued, his tone filled with unwavering confidence. "And when it arrives, you will shine brighter than ever before. Together, we will overcome whatever challenges may lie ahead, and you will emerge victorious, a beacon of hope for our kingdom."

With his son cradled in his arms, the king felt a surge of pride and love swell within him, a testament to the bond that bound them together. And as he looked down at Jimin's peaceful expression, he knew that no matter what trials they faced, they would face them together, united in their determination to protect Lumina and all who called it home.

*****

Jimin sat alone on the bench in the tranquil embrace of the royal garden, the vibrant hues of the setting sun painted the sky in a breathtaking display of beauty. Yet, despite the splendor of the scene before him, a heavy weight hung upon his heart, overshadowing the serenity of the moment.