A World Between Realms

The cylcle of the soul

As the evening wound down and  her teammates dispersed to their rooms, Sophie found herself drawn to the window of her own room. Sitting on the deep windowsill, she gazed out at the clear night sky, illuminated by a crescent moon and twinkling stars. This quiet moment gave her space to reflect on the heavy responsibility that had unexpectedly fallen on her shoulders.

"Why me?" she whispered, her voice blending with the soft moonlight. "Could the gods have made a mistake at the choosing ceremony this morning?" As doubts swirled in her mind, Sophie reached for the pendant around her neck, a gift from her grandparents filled with memories.

Her grandmother's words came back to her, simple yet profound. "Sophie, everyone's path in life is unique, shaped by their choices and the situations they face. Take charge of your journey, even when it's tough. Challenges help us grow and to find out what we're truly capable of."

Her grandfather had added, echoing that sentiment, "yes dear, each challenge you face is a chance for you to learn and grow. sometimes life isn't just about where you end up but about how you navigate the journey. Just always remember to walk your path with courage, honesty, and with your instinct."

Sophie absorbed these words, finding comfort and clarity in them. They reminded her that despite the unexpected turn her life had taken, she had the strength to navigate this path.

From Argus's perspective, the night felt unusually long and restless. The events of the day had left his thoughts heavy and sleep elusive. Seeking a respite, he wandered over to the window of his room, hoping the cool night air might ease his mind.

As he leaned out, his gaze inadvertently fell to the next house over. Through the clear line of sight, Argus spotted Sophie on the windowsill of her room, framed against the backdrop of the starlit sky. Illuminated by the gentle glow of the moon.

Watching her, a quiet tableau emerged from the chaos of the day. This unexpected moment stirred something within him—a recognition of shared burdens and perhaps a sense of connection. Both were contenders for the throne, entangled in the trials' demands, yet here they were, finding a moment of peace in the stillness of the night.

The tranquility of the scene slowly eased the tightness in Argus's chest, but it also sparked a troubling thought. He began to wonder about his own focus. "Perhaps I should stop this," he mused, contemplating the possibility that his fascination with Sophie was becoming a distraction from his true purpose. They were not merely individuals seeking solace; they were rivals in a complex competition for leadership, and every moment of personal reflection was a moment not spent strategizing.

A gentle breeze whispered through the night, bringing with it a sense of clarity. Argus felt a resolve to face the coming days with the same determination and focus that had initially driven him. Though Sophie seemed to embody a calm that was both comforting and alluring, he knew that he needed to maintain a clear boundary between personal intrigue and the rigorous demands of the trials.

The trials ahead would test them in many ways, but for now, Argus needs  to strengthen his purpose and keep his attention firmly on the crown.

On the following day, Sophie woke up early, determined to start the day with purpose. To her surprise, she found that Randall had woken up even earlier. His early morning run in the woods, a habit driven by the instincts of his wolf heritage, was part of his daily routine to balance his energies and maintain his focus.

As he returned to the house, Randall spotted Sophie in the kitchen, already busy preparing breakfast. The aroma of coffee and toasted bread filled the air. Seeing an opportunity to contribute, he didn't hesitate to join her, slicing fruit and setting the table.

Sophie appreciated Randall's help in the kitchen but felt the need to address his often forward behavior, especially given to some settings and team dynamics required for the upcoming kingdom trials. As they prepared breakfast together, she chose her words carefully to ensure clarity and respect.

"Randall," Sophie began, maintaining a calm and composed voice, "we need to talk about how we've been interacting, especially with the kingdom trials ahead of us." She paused briefly to gather her thoughts. "Sometimes, your approach can come across as too assertive might as well just tone it down a bit. It's important for us to get comfortable as team mates."

Listening intently, Randall's expression turned reflective as he absorbed what she said. After a moment, he nodded, acknowledging the validity of her concerns.

"I understand, Sophie. You know, adjusting isn't easy coming from an animus and being been a wolf we were kind of "aggressive" especially when it comes with our emotions, but I'll make an effort to change," he responded sincerely.

Randall's challenges are emblematic of the difficulties many realm crossers face when transitioning to Navaria's norms. For realm crossers like him, the process of adaptation is part of a larger journey of soul evolution. In their original realms, such as Animus, their existence and behaviors are vastly different from human societal norms.

These souls undergo a continuous process of evolution, when they die they would incarnate to Earth and this is a crucial phase. On Earth- the realm of earthlings, their souls are essentially will reborn many times, allowing them to experience life as humans, facing trials and undertaking missions called "life missions on earth" that are essential for their development. This cycle of life, death, and rebirth is fundamental for their souls to mature and gain the wisdom necessary to navigate their new realities effectively until again their soul would reincarnate either cycle back to Navaria or have a chance to live on those higher realms.