Supreme Magus

”Yeah, right.” Solus snorted. ”And instead of mixing together, those energies were so nice they split themselves and occupied different parts of the flower without producing a single smudge of color? It’s all too perfect to be a coincidence.”

She conjured a hologram displaying how the silver petals showed no sign of red, just like the red petals showed no trace of silver or emerald.

”She’s right.” Kamila nodded. ”But what Lith says also makes sense. Val is just a baby and has no Indech side. That’s for sure.”

”Fine. We’ll settle this on another date. On a more pressing matter, do you have any ideas how to call it?” Solus asked.

”It’s not up to us.” Kamila shook her head. ”Val should be the one to name his own creation. Speak of the little imp...”

The young boy stirred with a big yawn. The tower and the ocean of world energy swirling across Mogar’s Garden had restored his strength after a short nap.

”Mom?” Valeron stared at Kamila in confusion until he remembered what had happened. ”Where is the flower?”

He looked around, noticing his siblings snuggled up to him but finding no trace of his gift.

”In the Greenhouse.” Kamila activated the Warp Mirror and moved everyone inside the tower. ”There it is. See?”

”Yay!” Valeron screamed with joy as he noticed Solus had made plenty of space around his flower so that more could grow.

He knelt and touched its stem, checking that the flower was okay and that he had made no mistake in fixing its life force.

”Thank you for the beautiful gift, Val.” Kamila sat next to him. ”I have only one question. How do we want to call it? Something so special can’t just be ’a flower’, no?”

”No!” Elysia nodded.

”Mama!” Raldarak joined her.

Valeron thought long and hard about the issue, treating it like the most important decision of his two-year-long life.

”Dad?” Valeron asked.

’I would love to joke around and say that ”Dad” sounds like a magnificent name for the flower, but Val might think I’m serious and name it after me. At that point, all the women in my family would be out for my blood.’ Lith inwardly sighed.

”Yes, son?” He actually said.

”Is that real?” Valeron pointed at the enchanted Camellia Kamila carried on her breast pocket. ”Does it exist?”

”No. I made that up.” Lith replied. ”No such flower exists on Mogar.”

”Can I call it camellia, then? Mom’s flower?” Valeron asked.

Kamila hiccupped, needing sheer willpower to keep herself together. She was one whimper away from a loud cry of joy.