Sett's consciousness connected with his own Axiom and the land surrounding him. The sensation was weird—a state of deep meditation. It was calm. Deep. Strong. And in that state of mind, he noticed his own aura.
A person's aura was a congregation of their own life experiences, psychology, mental condition, reputation, and one's hard power. Sett's own aura felt royal, vibrant, and in a way—detached from the world around himself.
He smiled in thought.
It was himself. He liked himself.
He remembered a past memory.
…
It happened in their study.
"Son, do you hate me?" Neilara, Sett's mother, asked one day.
Sett, 15 years old now, was startled. His young face taking on a proud indignation, still holding a novel written by Zainah in his hand.
"Mom, why would you ask something like that?"
"Am I burdening you too much?"
"Yeah, that you are. But you do that for my own good. The question is far too stupid. How can I hate you?"
