Avatar of the Frozen Behemoth: Volume 1

Chapter 7: Whispers of Traditons

The next day, Yukio's eyes fluttered open to the gentle morning light filtering through his window. He groaned as he stretched, feeling the remnants of sleep clinging to him. Another typical morning in Spadia awaited, and Yukio wasn't exactly thrilled to start the day.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Yukio's expression settled into a familiar scowl. Despite the sunlight streaming in, his mood remained gloomy. After dressing and preparing himself, he slowly made his way downstairs.

"Yukio!" His mother's voice called out warmly as he descended. The sun's rays illuminated their cozy kitchen where Calista was busy preparing breakfast. The air was filled with the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread, cinnamon, and the inviting scent of scrambled eggs with cooked sausages.

He sat down at the table where Calista had set out a delicious spread, including warm pastries. Calista, with her gentle eyes reflecting the wisdom of her years, greeted him warmly. "Good morning, Yukio. Are you ready for the day ahead?"

Yukio, typical of a teenager with unruly hair and a skeptical expression, grunted in response. "Morning, Mom. What's so special about today anyway?"

Calista's eyes sparkled with a blend of mischief and warmth as she leaned forward, her voice soft yet earnest. "Today marks the start of Mount Aurora's grand tradition, Senroco! and It's not just any celebration; it's a vivid thread woven into Spadia's rich tapestry."

Yukio slouched at the breakfast table, poking disinterestedly at his food. "Do we really have to go to these things, Mom? They're always so boring."

Calista's gaze grew tender, her lips curving into a gentle smile as she placed a comforting hand over Yukio's. "Yukio, traditions like these are what ground us. They connect us with our past, our community, and our guardians . It's not just about rituals; it's about embracing our heritage and uniting in spirit."

Yukio's eyes, filled with a mix of skepticism and reluctant affection, met his mother's earnest stare. He let out a dismissive sigh, his frustration evident. "But Mom, it's the same old songs and dances every year. What's the point?"

Calista leaned back, her expression softening as she chose her words with care.
"This year might be different. Evie, the leader's daughter, will be performing. Her voice is reputed to be mesmerizing, like a siren's call that resonates with the very soul of Spadia."

Yukio's skepticism faltered as genuine surprise flickered across his face. "Evie? The Spadian princess? Come on mom, you seriously think she's really that good?"

Calista's face lit up with enthusiasm, her eyes twinkling with motherly pride. "Yes, they call her the Siren of Mount Aurora. Her singing has a way of weaving magic, Yukio. I've heard she can enchant even the most skeptical hearts."

Yukio's brow furrowed, still skeptical but now tinged with curiosity. "The Siren, Seriously mom? I'm not sure about this."

Calista's smile was reassuring, her voice soothing and coaxing. "Evie has a rare gift, Yukio. Her voice can create a connection beyond words. Just give it a chance. I have a feeling you might find it extraordinary."

Yukio looked at his mother's hopeful face, her love and belief in this tradition evident in every line of her expression. The stubbornness in his gaze softened, replaced by a flicker of genuine curiosity. "Alright, Mom. I'll go this time. But only to see if Evie can really live up to your hype."