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"Happy birthday!" I greeted my elder brother with a tight hug as he walked into the dining hall with mother. He laughed and hugged me back while mother looked down at us with a grin. "How does it feel to be nine?" I asked.
"I don't feel all that different, but it's cool to think about the fact that I've been in this world for nine whole years," Ravelus answered. "I'm just excited to see grandma and grandpa, more than anything."
I nodded in agreement. "I want to meet them, too!"
"They'll be here at lunch," mother ruffled the hair atop our heads. "For now, you two should eat your fill, so we can begin our plans for the day!"
Ravelus beamed while I smiled knowingly. I knew some of what mother and father had in store for Ravelus, as I had been minorly involved in its planning. They had kept me in the dark about a few things, though.
We had a wonderful breakfast, delicious as always, before going down into the courtyard, where Ravelus's three tutors were. Earl Frariel and Viscountess Klisnik, I knew. I had been to a few of Ravelus's lessons, in the past, and always made sure to leave an impression on them. Partly because the looks on their faces were always hilarious, but mostly because they would report my 'talent' to mother and father. Their praise was always worth the effort, in my eyes. The third tutor was a new hire, a retired professor from the academy, who offered to teach Ravelus after he returned to Eilon. He was a stout Elven man with broad shoulders, golden hair, and icy-blue eyes.
[Orir Harn]
Race: Elf;
Titles: Swordmaster; Academy Dueling Master:
Age: 297
Rank: Ice Spirit Avatar (1.8x)
Affinities: Ice;
Level: 401 (7%)
Health Status: 21650/21650
Mana Status: 14430/14430 (5.6/m) (7th)
Stamina Status: 21650/21650
Body: 2165(1203) (+3/)
Mind: 1443(802) (+2/)
Spirit: 2165(1203) (+3/)
Status: Curious, Joy, Content, Healthy.
Thoughts On You: Curiosity; Bittersweet Joy;I almost choked on my tongue when I saw his level. He was the first person I had seen over level four-hundred, though I'd see several who approached that mark. His mana approached mother's, and he wasn't even a mage specialist! And twenty-one-thousand HP...?! He was the avatar for an ice spirit, too, which had to mean something, since mother was one, too. He eyed me as we approached, but turned his attention to Ravelus and nodded.
"Happy birthday, Your Highness," He said, bowing.
"Happy birthday, Your Highness," the Earl and Viscountess followed suit.
"Thanks!" Ravelus chirped before pausing and glancing at the Earl, who narrowed his eyes. Ravelus righted himself and spoke in a more formal tone, "I mean, your congratulations are appreciated." The Earl nodded in appreciation. "Sir Harn, I don't believe you've met my younger brother, Prince Alistair," Ravelus addressed his third tutor.
"No, I have not," Sir Harn looked me up and down visibly before bowing. "It is a pleasure, Your Highness. Your brother speaks of you often."
"Good things, I hope," I smiled and nodded to him. "It is my pleasure, SIr Harn. Thank you for taking the time to tutor my elder brother."

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