Chapter three The elders’ voices thundered above the crowd. “Silence!” one commanded, and the murmuring died. My chest tightened, my palms slick against my dress. “Let the Awakening begin.” One by one, names were called. Whoever was chosen stepped forward and placed their hands on the glowing orb. Each color revealed a trait—blue for sharp eyesight, red for speed, black for stealth, white for rare telekinesis, green for healing. Everyone whispered in awe each time the orb lit up. When my brother Tom’s name was called, I squeezed his arm. “Good luck,” I whispered, though my voice trembled. Father—Isaac—looked more nervous than both of us combined, his fists clenched at his sides. Tom stepped forward, shoulders squared, and pressed his hand to the orb. For a long second, nothing. Then suddenly, it blazed white. Gasps echoed, and Father shot to his feet, shouting, “Yes! Finally—a genius from my bloodline!” The elders exchanged glances, one nodding. “Congratulations, Isaac.
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