Chapter 7 The Visitor

Two weeks passed quickly at Iron Sword Academy. Marcus trained harder than ever, preparing for the tournament. Every morning before dawn, he practiced sword techniques in the forest where no one could see him.

His progress was frightening. He'd already reached 480 circles of energy, just twenty away from breaking through to Earth King level. At his age, this should be impossible. But Marcus pushed his body beyond normal limits.

"Brother Marcus, you're going to hurt yourself," Lydia said one morning, finding him collapsed against a tree after training.

Marcus wiped sweat from his face. "I'm fine. Just tired."

"You're not fine. You barely sleep. You barely eat. You're obsessed." Lydia sat beside him. "What are you running from? Or running toward?"

Marcus looked at her. Over the past three years, Lydia had become his closest friend. She was kind, honest, and genuinely cared about him. Part of him wanted to tell her everything.

But he couldn't. Not yet.

"I just want to be strong enough that no one can hurt me again," he said. It was the truth, just not all of it.

Lydia took his hand. "You're already strong, Marcus. Stronger than anyone I know. But strength alone won't make you happy."

Before Marcus could respond, a student came running. "Marcus! Grandfather Octavius wants you. There's a visitor at the main gate asking for you."

Marcus's body tensed. A visitor asking for him? He'd been careful to hide his identity. Who could know he was here?

He stood quickly and headed to the main gate, Lydia following behind. His mind raced through possibilities. Had Cassian's spies found him already?

At the gate stood a tall man in travel clothes. He was middle-aged with a scar across his left cheek and sharp, intelligent eyes. Two guards stood with him.

Grandfather Octavius was already there, looking concerned. "Marcus, this man says he has urgent business with you."

The stranger bowed respectfully. "Young master Marcus, my name is Theodore. I come with a message from someone who knew your parents."

Marcus's heart stopped. His face remained calm, but inside, alarm bells rang. "I don't know what you're talking about. My parents died years ago."

Theodore smiled slightly. "Of course. Forgive me for being unclear. I meant the couple who raised you in your village before the bandit attack. I was a friend of theirs."

It was a lie, and Marcus knew it. But he needed to know what this man wanted. "Very well. We can talk in private."

"Marcus, are you sure?" Octavius asked, his hand near his sword.

"It's fine, Grandfather. I'll be careful."

They went to a private courtyard. Lydia wanted to follow, but Marcus shook his head. "Please, sister. Let me handle this alone."

After she left reluctantly, Marcus faced Theodore. "Who are you really? And don't lie this time."

Theodore's smile widened. "Smart boy. You're right to be cautious. I work for someone in the imperial court. Someone who suspects you might be more than just a talented orphan."

"And what do you want?"

"Information. Proof. You see, there's a theory going around that you might be the lost prince of Aurelius Kingdom. The one who supposedly drowned three years ago."

Marcus's face showed nothing. Inside, his mind worked quickly. Deny everything? Attack this man? Run?

"That's an interesting theory," Marcus said calmly. "But I'm just an orphan. Nothing special."

"Nothing special?" Theodore laughed. "You defeated a third-class warrior at age ten. You can sense energy levels that trained warriors can't detect. Your growth rate is abnormal. These are not the traits of 'nothing special.'"

"Talent exists everywhere. I just work hard."

"True. But here's what troubles me." Theodore walked closer. "The lost prince was seven when he fell into the Tiber River. You appeared by a river three years ago at age seven. The prince's name was Marcus. Your name is Marcus. You have no family name and claim to be from a destroyed village that no one can verify."

Marcus's hand moved toward his sword. "Are you accusing me of something?"

"Not accusing. Questioning." Theodore stopped walking, keeping distance between them. "I'm not your enemy, boy. In fact, if you are the prince, I might be your only friend in the capital."

"Explain."

"King Cassian is paranoid. If he thinks you're alive, he'll send assassins, not investigators. The only reason I'm here talking instead of a knife appearing in your sleep is because my employer wants to know the truth first."

"Who is your employer?"

"Someone who has no love for Cassian but needs proof before taking action. Someone powerful enough to protect you if you're smart about this."

Marcus studied Theodore carefully. The man seemed honest, but that meant nothing. "Let's say, hypothetically, I was this lost prince. Why would I trust anyone from the imperial court? They all stood by while my family was murdered."

Theodore's expression turned serious. "You're right. The court is full of cowards and opportunists. But not everyone. Some of us remember your father, Alexander. He was a good king, even if he wasn't born royal. Some of us were disgusted by what Cassian did."

"Yet you did nothing to stop him."

"We were powerless. Cassian had the army, the ministers, and backing from the Ming Empire. Anyone who opposed him died." Theodore's voice dropped. "But if the true heir were alive, if he were strong enough, if he had proof of his identity... things could change."

Marcus was silent for a long moment. "I need time to think about this."

"Time is something you don't have much of. Cassian already suspects. It's only a matter of time before he acts."

"Then let him come. I'm not afraid of Cassian."

Theodore shook his head. "You should be. He's not just a usurper. He's become a fourth-class warrior in ten years, and he has resources you can't imagine. Facing him now would be suicide."

"I'll take my chances."

"What about the people here? Your grandfather, your sister, the students? If Cassian decides you're a threat, he won't just come for you. He'll destroy everyone connected to you to send a message."

Marcus's blood ran cold. He hadn't considered that. Cassian was ruthless enough to do exactly that.

Theodore saw his reaction. "Now you understand. This isn't just about your revenge anymore. The moment you revealed your strength, you put everyone here in danger."

"What do you want from me?"

"Come to the tournament in six months. Win it. Show everyone your strength. When you do, my employer will make contact. Until then, be careful who you trust and watch for assassins."

"Why help me at all?"

Theodore's face became sad. "Because I served your father. Because I was there the night of the coup and did nothing. Because I've lived with that shame for ten years." He turned to leave, then paused. "One more thing. The golden light that saved you in the river? That wasn't luck. Someone put a protection on you before you fell. Someone very powerful. You might want to ask yourself who and why."

He walked away, leaving Marcus alone with racing thoughts.

The golden light wasn't luck? Someone protected him? But who? His parents were dead... weren't they?

For the first time in three years, doubt crept into Marcus's certainty. What if there was more to that night than he knew?

Behind a nearby wall, Felix the spy listened to everything, a greedy smile on his face. This information was worth even more gold. He slipped away quietly to write another report.

The trap was closing, and Marcus didn't even know he was in it.