“Let’s see… if I transte what’s written here—”

  No one had expected anything from him at first. But as Tia began speaking, his slow, deliberate words gradually shifted the atmosphere in the room. Indifference turned to surprise, then to wonder.

  One by one, their eyes widened in astonishment.

  The Pact of Trinity

  Aition When the king of spirits reigned the world,When fate did turn and echoes sing,Spawns of the demon of the Heaven,Prayed to the one, the Infinite Beyond.

  From realms unseen, where silence dwells,From depths unknown, their longing swayed,the True One heard their Avaricious cries,And sent His herald from beyond the skies.

  With wings of fme, through night he fell,Wishes to grant, with judgement keen.A wish was made, obsession sworn—To bind the souls once lost and torn.

  A shattered soul, a longing deep,A bond no force could tear or cleave.A vow no fate nor gods could keep,A pact to st through endless time.

  Not once, nor twice, yet thrice it comes,No longer chance, but fate’s true name.Heaven’s light wove soul to soul,Mending what was lost and whole.

  Apropos Not all may weave this sacred thread,For souls must call, where fate has led.A broken heart, a mirrored mind,Or contrasts sharp, yet still aligned.

  Few will meet, and fewer stay,Yet those who do shall find their way.

  Bound by will, yet not in chains,A pact of soul where fate entwines.Three paths ce, through time and space,To rise as one—or break and fall.

  Bonded onceBound in flow, their essence sings,A chorus vast on unseen strings.Through arcane tides, their power grows,As mana joins and freely flows.

  Bonded twiceA mirrored heart, no thought can hide,Through breath and pain, through love and fears,They live as one through fleeting years,Bound by fate, by life in wake, by death in dream.

  One shall fall, and both shall fade,One reborn, the path remade.No fear, no loss, no step alone,For what is one is now their own.

  Bonded ThriceOnce is a chance, a fleeting thread,Twice may break, though fate is spread.Yet thrice the vow, and none unweave,A chain eternal none deceive.

  Beyond flesh and frame, time and space,Their spirits merge in boundless grace.A greater whole, a truth untold,A single form, both vast and old.

  A bond thrice sworn from depths of heart,Through realms unknown, through lives unseen,Forever bound in fate’s serene,A greater path, evolving soul.

  iii. Approach

  Upon the day when shadows rise,When pnets dim in ashen skies,When light is lost and time stands still,The pact is sworn—the sacred will.

  On eclipse’s shroud, let worlds align,And fate shall weave what stars design.By Earth’s true bance, fate is drawn,A sacred thread, a world reborn.

  Only those with fates unchained,With broken souls or mirrors cimed,Or those whose light and shadow meet,May forge the bond where echoes beat.

  As nature gives, the pact demands,Crystals fade in willing hands.Through harmony, through flow divine,The strength of souls begins to shine.

  With every step, the pact ascends,As energies surge and bance bends.The elements dance and voices sing,To weave the ties to bind and blend.

  A circle drawn, the bance set,Elemental forces rise and meet.Lines of power, bright and bold,Weave the harmony, controlled.

  Mana stirs and multiplies,Crystals hum with nature’s ties.Energy shifts, the bond is spun,A pact is formed, the spell begun.

  A perfect spell, a vow divine—Bound by love, Bound by fate.Heaven’s seal, the witness high,The gods themselves must testify.

  Heed the flow, let chaos sleep,For those in tune, the magic keeps.The world’s great will now lends its hand,To shape the arcane, firm and grand.

  The World and Fate as Witness

  The world shall watch, the world shall weigh,Each thread you weave, each price you pay.For every spark, for every tide,Its force shall rise, none may hide.

  The pact is formed with nature’s grace,Yet bance holds its rightful pce.The greater bond, the greater strain,The world itself shall help you share.

  Earth and fire, wind and sea,Sky and sun in harmony.The moon shall mark the destined hour,When souls unite in bonded power.

  Through harmony, its strength may grow,Or wrath may strike, should chaos flow.Tread with wisdom, walk with care,For nature heeds the oaths you swear.

  Yet one beyond, from realms unseen,Must stand as witness, vast, serene.For without the gaze of time untold,No bond shall st, no fate takes hold.

  So call the stars, the dark, the light,And seal the vow in endless night.Bound by fate, through space and time,Through life, through death, forever thine.

  AnnulDare to break this woven thread,Soul and mind shall pay in dread.For backsh strikes in unseen waves,And fate may mark an early grave.

  Heed this cost—a soul may weep,A wound too deep, too vast to keep.For only those who touch the sky,Can sever the bond, Yet keep their life.

  To sever threads so tightly spun,One must rise beyond the sun.Beyond the witness, past the sky,Where gods themselves dare not deny.

  Admonition

  Under shadows, under veil,When pnets dim and starlight pales,The vow is cast, the fate is spun,Beneath the darkened, eclipsed sun.

  No light shall guide, no stars shall gleam,Only the pact, a sacred beam.And once it’s sworn, none may flee,Bound till time too meets its end.

  Once is will, twice is chance,Thrice entwined, forever tied.Not fate’s whisper, nor time’s decay,Could sever what the stars too obey.

  No hands may weave a second thread,No hearts may stray, or death be wed.Once bound in fate, none can cheat,To break this vow is to cease to breathe.

  A Single chance for single choice,Triumph and thrive, or be lost to the void.No turning back, no second try,A pact once sworn is do or die.

  For those who bond, no others stand,No rival vow, no second hand.Break the oath, and fate shall sever,A path undone, unmade forever.

  Sealed for once, twice and thrice,No force may break what love binds.A single slip, a word misspoke,And all you know could turn to smoke.

  No pleading hands, no shattered cries,Unravel bonds that fate applies.For Earth and Sky and Time untold,Bear witness to the oath you hold.

  What’s cast in light may twist in dark,And brand its price upon your mark.So wield it wise, or pay the toll,For magic binds the caster’s soul.

  AllusionThe world must speak, its whispers heard,In flowing tides, in fleeting words.Bance guides, the energies flow,Through perfect squares, the patterns grow.

  Those who grasp the cosmic lore,Shall shape the pact forevermore.Through earth and sky, through fate’s embrace,They weave their souls in time and space.

  To weave this bond, to cast this spell,One must know where secrets dwell.The hidden ws, the cosmic threads,The path where fate and reason tread.

  Not power alone, nor willful might,But wisdom deep as starless night.To hear the whispers, to see the signs,To read the world between the lines.

  For those who grasp the unseen dance,May dare invoke this sacred trance.Yet heed this truth, both bright and grim,To bind the soul, you must know Him.

  “Mmm, It should be along these lines,” Finishing transting what was written on the paper, Tia nodded in satisfaction.

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  “Wait… can you actually understand what’s written in it?” Sera asked, feeling incredulous.

  “Nope.” Tia denied with refreshing confidence.

  Sera blinked. Vina, Aric, and Emma were still in awe.

  “…Then how—?” Sera started.

  “I can only transte for now,” Tia said, a smug smile creeping onto his face, clearly asking for praise.

  “But how are you even able to do that? You’re not supposed to be capable of remembering anything beyond basic alphabets.” Sera narrowed her eyes.

  “Yeah, Tia’s always been good at remembering these things,” Vina chimed in. “I haven’t seen him reading arcane nguage books recently, yet he can easily recite what’s on this paper.”

  “Does this have anything to do with you sitting cross-legged under that tree in the garden for hours daily?” Vina asked, curious.

  “Hehe, don’t you want to know?” Tia grinned.

  “Yes.” Sera’s mouth twitched.

  “Nope. Not telling.” Tia folded his arms and turned his head away, looking particurly smug.

  “If you want to know how I can read it, you’ll have to accept my demands.” He smirked, sensing this was his chance to negotiate.

  “Hoho,” Sera’s smile darkened, a glint of threat in her eyes. “You’ve been getting too spoiled tely. Have you really started making demands of your mother now?”

  Giku! Tia gulped.

  He slowly turned to meet Sera’s gaze, feeling the temperature in the room drop.

  “I think you need some punishment to loosen that tongue of yours,” Sera said, grinning as she gnced at Vina.

  Understanding the silent command, Vina took a step forward, subtly blocking Tia’s escape route.

  ‘This is bad. I need to run.’ Sensing danger, Tia tried to flee.

  The moment he moved, Vina pounced. With a swift motion, she hugged him from behind and dragged him down, locking his limbs in pce.

  “Vina, let me go! Why are you holding me? Let me go!” Tia yelled, struggling desperately.

  “Huhuhu~” Sera chuckled, picking up the feather quill from the table. She knelt down, caught Tia’s ankle, and grinned mischievously.

  Tia’s eyes widened in horror. ‘Oh no.’

  The moment the feather brushed the sole of his foot, he burst into ughter.

  “Hahaha! Stop it, Mother! Stop—!”

  “Hehe, if you want me to stop, start talking.” Sera smirked.

  “Haha! No—hahaha—I won’t—hahahaha!”

  “How regrettable. Then we’ll have to continue your punishment.” Sera shook her head.

  "You're not regretting it at all with that smirk on your face!" Tia yelled.

  “Oh my, you can tell?” Sera touched her face coyly, gesturing to Vina.

  Vina tightened her hold and started tickling his waist with her free hand, while Sera continued with the quill.

  “Hahahaha—noooo—hahaha—stop!”

  Aric and Emma watched the spectacle unfold, thoroughly entertained.

  Despite tearing up, Tia refused to surrender.

  And so, the tickle torture continued,

  “Hahaha”

  “Hahah”

  “Haha, please, stop, it, haha”

  “Then out with it”

  “Hahaha…..nooo…!”

  Tia’s ughter reverberated through the castle halls.

  Seeing that Tia is being stubborn, Emma finally stepped in to stop Sera and Vina, who seemed to be enjoying themselves far too much.

  "Alright, that’s enough, you two," Emma nudged Sera.

  Snapping to her senses, Sera sighed and stood up, while Vina released Tia, who immediately curled up, teary-eyed.

  "You both are mean!"

  "Then will you tell us now?" Vina asked.

  "No," Tia huffed. "Not unless you accept my request."

  "No," Sera and Vina firmly denied in perfect sync.

  A tense staring contest ensued between the three, neither side willing to relent.

  Emma sighed and turned to Sera. "At least hear her out?"

  Sera looked away, exercising her right to remain silent.

  Turning to Tia, Emma tried again. "Tia, why don’t you just tell them? You know how desperate Sera has been tely."

  "No! She deserves this," Tia shot back. "Mother never tells us anything and always tries to do everything on her own. And whenever I ask, she just says I’m still a child."

  "Fine then,” He crossed his arms, letting out his pent up compints. “I’m asking her to let me do what I want.

  “But they won’t let me, even though she lets Vina do what she wants!"

  "Why wouldn’t she allow it? You know Sera and Vina always have your best interests at heart," Aric interjected.

  "Yeah! Listen to him" Sera added, feeling a little annoyed that Tia is not listening to her. "We’re doing this for your own good."

  "Yes, Tia. If they’re denying you, it must mean it’s bad for you," Emma reasoned.

  Tia gave them an incredulous look, as if they knew nothing.

  "Oh, really?" he said, sneering.

  "Then, Uncle, Aunt, I’ll state my requests. You tell me how they’re bad for me, okay?"

  Aric and Emma exchanged confused gnces but nodded, curious to hear what could possibly be so unreasonable that even Sera and Vina, who spoiled Tia, refused to allow it.

  “Mother, I want to learn to cook.”

  “No. What if you cut your fingers while using a knife?” Sera denied.

  “Vina, I want to learn to make clothes.”

  “No. What if you prick your fingers with a needle?” Vina shot down the idea immediately.

  “Mother, I want to learn smithing.”

  “Absolutely not! What if you burn yourself?”

  “I want to learn wood crafting.”

  “No. What if dust falls into your eyes?”

  “…I want to learn about pntations.”

  “No. What if bugs bite you?”

  “Can I join the knights' training?”

  “No. What if you scrape your knees?”

  “But you let Vina join!”

  “You and Vina are different.”

  ……………..

  ………..

  ……

  And so it continued.

  Every time Tia expressed a desire to learn something, Sera and Vina shut him down with exaggerated concerns on possible hazards during the job.

  Listening to their exchange, Tia’s requests and their reasons for denying them, Emma and Aric sat frozen, their world spinning, their eyes wide open, their mouths slightly agape.

  They felt like they had just stepped into an entirely different world. A world where logic had no meaning.

  Finally, Tia turned to Emma and nudged her.

  “Now tell me Aunt, who is at fault here? They won’t even let me go alone outside the castle.”

  Emma and Aric exchanged gnces, still trying to process.

  “Sera,” Emma finally spoke.

  “What?” Sera asked, completely unbothered, as if everything she said made perfect sense.

  “Tia is at the age where other children start learning important skills for their future. How can you deny her everything?” Emma asked, exasperated.

  “Prick her fingers? Cut her skin? Dust in eyes? Bugs will bite?

  Emma threw her hands up. “Why don’t you just tie her up in a room all day and feed her food?”

  Sera and Vina exchanged thoughtful gnces.

  “…That might actually be a good idea.”

  Tia too felt, it may not be so bad.

  “Have you both gone insane?!” Emma yelled, utterly exasperated.

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