Mother has only had so many moments to cherish us, but it's as though she had never had to leave.
Her stories were the most evident side of my upbringing. Every night, when she came back home, she brought a new tale: an adventure, a confession, secrets from another age, and I would always listen carefully. Words from a thousand worlds, shackles of a paradise we were never meant to unveil.
And it was so because people had come to resent darkness. Never fly too high, never wander too deep, never even leave home at night, they said. Not, at least, without your torch.
Mankind had become such, drifting away and apart. Too cautious to not be as daring as it once was, and to not relive what it went through due to that.
However, it didn't mean that we had grown cold and unloving. With each passing year, I was further convinced otherwise.
And the reason it's so is also why there is one exception allowed to the Golden Rule: the Tournament. The one place where people from all islands could gather and spread word of their own unfolding.
The competitions revolves mostly around magic, a beautiful and dangerous art. Every student has to follow the Code, the lesson of a tale every student knew by heart, and the last Mum had told, and the one that is closest to my heart. It spoke of two treasures, of which a little share is entrusted to every living being, and that all ought to respect:
The Flower is who we are and what we've been, what we've learned, what we've seen. It draws strength from ancestry and bonds. It's our impact in the world. The Flame is passion, camaraderie and love. It's the candle in our heart, what shields us from the deep, and it's how we shape the world we see.
The flower grows free where the sun can reach, but it can only shine upon so many at once. And it's to overcome the Night that the Flame must shine ever bright. But this very same Light, when cast too fiercely, is harmful to the Flower. This balance a sorcerer must vow to never overlook, as magic draws its strength from the Flame, and one that shines too bright is bound to die quickly.
In the Tournament, people celebrate new encounters, accomplishments and, in general, life itself. Cultures, nations, colours, all mashed together to stir the Flame for years to come. And I just happen to stand at the very core of it.
Much like the Light, Victory cannot shine down upon all at once. It's grim, but sadly, the world can't be otherwise.
However, even if I'm not to be the one, I'll have nothing to regret if I have done my best.
And if it isn't enough, it doesn't really matter. As lonesome as the trip might have been at times, in the end, I wasn't truly alone. I didn't fight only for myself.
There's our team, the crowd, our colours.
And even if it's just for this moment... all we yearn for can come true.