At the edge of the training grounds, Captain Kaelen and Sora were in the middle of a sparring match when the sky turned golden. They both stopped, their weapons lowered, as they listened to the Emperor's proclamation.
Kaelen let out a booming laugh, sheathing his claymore. "A little prince or princess. Can you imagine the mana capacity of that kid, Sora? With his blood and her ice?"
Sora wiped the sweat from her brow, her sharp eyes softening.
"It won't just be a child, Kaelen. It'll be a monster of a talent. But more importantly, it'll be someone for him to protect. Our lord has been looking at the stars with too much hunger lately. This will ground him."
She smiled, looking at her soldiers who were already tossing their helmets into the air.
"Come on, Kaelen. If the Emperor says we celebrate, I want the best meat and the strongest ale in the barracks!"
