( I really need to think of another title oh well)
"What's a gift, Miss Vaelwyn?" Ryfon asked curiously. "Just call me Teacher," Vaelwyn corrected him gently, before blinking in surprise. "Wait—what do you mean, what's a gift? Did Serena not teach you?" Ryfon shook his head, and Vaelwyn immediately turned toward the hallway and shouted, "SERENA! GET IN HERE!" Serena rushed in, her expression a mix of confusion and worry. "What's wrong? What happened? Is Ryfon okay?" "of course his not fine why didn't you tell him about the power of a gift?" Vaelwyn said mortified Serena was confused for a moment before a hint of clarification appeared on her face It was true—between all the chaos surrounding Ryfon's birth, the constant reorganizing of her home, and a few other things, Serena had completely forgotten to teach him about gifts. "You know what, it's fine. I'll just teach him right now. It's not a big deal," Vaelwyn said, waving off the concern. "Sit down, Ryfon. It's time to teach you the wonders of gifts." Ryfon was utterly confused—but also just as curious. So, he did as his teacher asked, taking a seat beside the desk and waited patiently.
"Okay Ryfon, a Gift can be a number of things. For some people, it's a special ability. For others, it might be a boost to one of their elemental affinities—or even a unique item it can really be a number of things. But one thing's for certain: everyone gets one, no matter how strong or weak they are. And usually, the gift reflects the person pretty well. To give you an example, let's use my gift. Its ability is unique but simple—I have access to a subspace that only I can enter. Sounds cool and awesome, right? But there's a catch: I can only use it for books. No matter what it is, if it's not a book, I can't put it in. I don't mind, though. It makes my job easier, and I love reading—so for me, my gift is actually perfect."
Ryfon was perplexed—why had his mother never taught him this? And why was he only learning it now? Driven by his never-ending curiosity, he asked, "What's your gift, Mom? And... why don't I have one? I thought everyone was supposed to get one." Serena, looking a little uneasy, replied, "You shouldn't ask about someone's gift so casually—it can be considered rude. But... I'll tell you. My gift helps enhance my water magic. I don't have a unique ability like Vaelwyn, but I like mine. Some people hate their gifts... I never understood why. And the reason you don't have a gift yet is because you simple aren't old enough you'll get one when your around 50 or so." Just as she finished her sentence, the front door creaked open. Ryfon jumped up and dashed off to see who it was.
It was his father, Vamir, who had just returned from a hunt. As he stepped through the door, the first thing he saw was his son leaping toward him. Without hesitation, he bent down and scooped Ryfon into his arms. Ryfon giggled excitedly and immediately began telling his father everything he'd learned that day. His story was a bit sloppy and all over the place, but Vamir listened patiently. At the end of it, Ryfon—completely ignoring his mother's earlier warning— and asked, "Dad, what's your gift?" Vamir didn't mind. Even if he didn't always show it, he was a family man through and through—he would do anything to protect them, even die for them if needed. In a calm but firm voice, he answered, "My gift is an ability that lets me shoot my bow faster and stronger with more power than normal. It's called Sharpshooter. It's fairly common among elves, but mine is said to be stronger than most. I was about sixty when I got it, and I went on a hunt with my father the same day I awakened it." Ryfon looked confused. He had thought gifts were always unique. If other elves had the same ability, how could that be true? He didn't hold back the question—he never did. If something puzzled him, he'd ask it, no matter what. (This habit would definitely get him into trouble one day.) Vaelwyn, who had just entered the room, chimed in before Vamir could answer. "You're right, Ryfon—no two gifts are exactly the same. There's always a slight difference, unless it's something like an affinity booster, like your mother's. In your father's case, the difference is in range and power. That's what makes his version of Sharpshooter unique."
With everything he had learned from his parents and his teacher, Ryfon could hardly wait for his gift to reveal itself. He was eager to know what it would be—and only time would tell. With that thought, he headed back to the makeshift classroom, practically dragging Vaelwyn along. Though physically impossible for him to pull her, she playfully followed as he tugged at her hand. And so began their many lessons on magic, gifts, and the rich histories of elves, humans, and other species.