Holyark

XIV

As Mr. Aegis prepared to show Blaze the family secret, footsteps echoed from the kitchen. Blaze's mother appeared in the doorway, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of pride and concern.

"I think it's time I joined this conversation," she said softly. "After all, our son's destiny involves all of us."

Blaze looked between his parents, a wave of comfort washing over him. "You both knew about this?"

His mother nodded, moving to stand beside her husband. "We've been waiting for this day, hoping it would come. Now that it has, we're here for you, every step of the way."

Mr. Aegis smiled. "Well then, shall we show our son what awaits him?"

The family made their way to the basement, an area Blaze had rarely visited. His father approached an old bookshelf, pulled a dusty tome, and suddenly, the shelf swung open, revealing a hidden passage.

"Whoa," Blaze breathed, following his parents into a chamber he never knew existed.

The room was illuminated by a soft, ethereal light. Ancient texts and artifacts lined the walls, but what caught Blaze's attention were two swords mounted on a central pedestal. They seemed to pulse with an inner light, responding to his presence.

Mr. Aegis gestured towards the weapons. "These swords have been in our family for generations, Blaze. They've never been wielded by anyone - they've been waiting for you."

Blaze approached the pedestal, feeling a pull towards the swords. "They don't have names?"

His father shook his head. "No, they've been waiting for their true wielder to name them. That's you, son."

Blaze's mother stepped forward. "There's something else you should know, Blaze. While many warriors have come before you, you're the first to bear the name Holyark."

Blaze turned to his parents, confusion evident on his face. "But... why me? Why Holyark?"

Mr. Aegis placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "The Ultima Tree chose you, son. It saw something in you that it hasn't seen before. You're not just continuing a legacy; you're starting a new chapter in our family's history."

As Blaze reached out towards the swords, they began to glow more intensely. He could feel the Obori Shard within him resonating with the weapons.

"Remember, Blaze," his mother said softly, "being Holyark isn't just about the power you wield. It's about the choices you make and the person you become."

Blaze nodded, feeling the weight of his destiny settling upon him. As his hands closed around the hilts of the swords, a surge of energy coursed through him. In that moment, he knew that his journey as Holyark was truly beginning.