Setting: The Selection Hall, moments after the confrontation with Vrykhan. The air is still charged with tension, though the immediate threat has subsided. Havies stands tall, his gaze sweeping over Gogeta and Mori.)

  Havies: (His voice, though still deep, is surprisingly gentle) "Enough. You both have families, yes? Go. Say your goodbyes."

  (Mori's reaction is immediate. Her sapphire eyes widen slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her usually composed face. She recovers quickly, however, her posture straightening.)

  Mori: "Goodbyes are... sentimental."

  Havies: (A low rumble in his chest, not unkind) "Even warriors have those they hold dear, Princess. Go. I will have my personal ship waiting for you at hanger bay 42. It is a golden ship."

  (Mori inclines her head, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. She turns and strides purposefully towards the nearest transport hub, her footsteps echoing on the polished floor. She boards a sleek, personal transport pod, the door hissing shut behind her. The pod accelerates, gliding smoothly through the Citadel's intricate transport network, weaving through towering structures and bustling traffic. She arrives at the royal quarters, the pod docking with a gentle thrum. She exits, her gaze sweeping the opulent corridors, her expression unchanged.)

  (Havies turns his attention to Gogeta, his golden eyes locking onto the boy's. Gogeta, still reeling from the encounter with Vrykhan, looks up at the warlord, a mix of confusion and gratitude in his expression.)

  Havies: "You, boy. Meet me at the same place My ship. You may take your time to say goodbye to your family."

  (Gogeta nods, a rush of emotion flooding him. He turns and sprints out of the hall, his boots echoing on the polished floor. The sound of his departure fades as he rushes towards his family's quarters.)

  (Setting: The Asraioth Castle, a vast and imposing structure. Gogeta races through the familiar corridors, his heart pounding. He knows his grandmother, Zephira, often spends time in the training chambers. He finds her there, her aura a faint, steady glow as she meditates.)

  Gogeta: "Grandma!"

  (Zephira opens her eyes, her gaze sharp and focused. A flicker of surprise crosses her face as she sees Gogeta.)

  Zephira: "Gogeta? What brings you here?"

  Gogeta: "I'm leaving. With Havies. He's taking me to his legion."

  (Zephira's expression shifts, becoming more thoughtful. She rises, her posture regal. "I see. Your mother is here as well. I will call her." Zephira activates a communicator, her voice firm and clear. "Bumma, come to the training chambers. Gogeta is here."

  (Bumma arrives, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Gogeta?" she says, her voice soft. Gogeta steps forward, holding out his wristband. "Look," he says, his voice filled with pride.)

  (Zephira's eyes widen as she reads Gogeta's stats. A rare smile spreads across her face. "You're improving, bumma," she says, her voice laced with approval. Bumma examines the stats, her eyes widening in surprise. She pulls Gogeta into a hug, her voice filled with warmth. "Wow, you've really improved!"

  Bumma: "Who are you going with?"

  Gogeta: "Havies. He's a warlord."

  Bumma: (Her eyes widening) "A warlord? Tell me about him."

  Gogeta: "I don't know him that well. But he seems like a good person. He even let me come see you."

  Zephira: "This is just the beginning, Gogeta. Remember, power is not as important as being noble. Never betray yourself. Act righteously."

  (Gogeta looks at his grandmother, surprised by her words. Zephira smiles, a rare display of affection. "You are a great grandson, Gogeta," she says, her voice filled with warmth.)

  (Gogeta smiles back, a wave of emotion washing over him. He hugs his mother and grandmother tightly. "I'll make you proud," he says, his voice filled with determination. He turns and rushes out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the corridor. His family watches him go, their expressions a mix of pride and apprehension.)

  Alright, let's build this scene from the very beginning, ensuring we capture Mori's initial confidence, the siblings' escalating cruelty, and Zeelthar's impactful intervention.

  Scene: The Hall of Broken Pride

  (Setting: The opulent corridors of the Asraioth royal quarters. Mori, having just been dismissed by Havies, walks with a determined stride towards her family's chambers. Her steps echo on the polished floor, her expression a mask of regal composure. She rounds a corner and comes face-to-face with her siblings: Aeron, Vael, and Selene.)

  Mori: (Her voice cool, dismissive) "Aeron. Vael. Selene."

  (Aeron, the eldest, raises an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. Vael grins, a predatory glint in his gaze. Selene examines her nails, her expression bored.)

  Aeron: "Mori. How... unexpected. We heard you were being taken away."

  Mori: (Her chin lifting slightly) "I am joining Warlord Havies' legion."

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  (Vael snorts, a harsh, mocking sound.)

  Vael: "Havies? The old brute? How fitting."

  Selene: (Without looking up) "Such a waste of potential. Mother would be so disappointed."

  (Mori's composure wavers slightly, but she quickly recovers.)

  Mori: "I will prove you wrong."

  (Aeron steps forward, his expression shifting to one of feigned concern.)

  Aeron: (Calm, analyzing her face) "I almost believed you had changed, Mori. You walked in here so tall. So confident. For a moment, I thought you had finally found your place."

  (Mori blinks, almost believing him.)

  Aeron: (Leans in, whispers in her ear) "But I see it now. You’re still the same scared little girl who used to hide behind the guards when we passed by."

  (Mori's eyes widen, her confidence shaken. Before she can react, Vael flicks her forehead, hard.)

  Vael: (Grinning) "You’re quiet now, aren’t you? Oops, did that hurt?"

  (Mori steps back involuntarily.)

  Vael: (Laughing) "Oh, I barely touched you, sister. And you already flinched? What’s going to happen when the REAL fights begin?"

  (Vael grabs her wrist, twisting it slightly, just enough for her knees to buckle a little.)

  Vael: (Whispering, darkly) "You’d be better off running now, Mori. While you still can."

  (Mori refuses to cry, but she’s shaking. Selene steps forward, her eyes cold.)

  Selene: (Examining her nails) "You know, I used to wonder why Mother even bothered loving you."

  (Mori’s eyes widen.)

  Selene: (Softly, almost pitying) "It’s such a waste, isn’t it? Mother could have had another strong, powerful heir. Instead, she got… you."

  (A tear falls from Mori’s eye.)

  (Vael moves behind her, placing his hand on the back of her head.)

  Vael: (Softly, almost like a command) "Bow."

  (Mori stiffens.)

  (Vael presses down slightly. Mori grits her teeth. Vael presses down harder, making her knees bend just a little.)

  Selene: (Mocking whisper) "You’re already halfway there."

  Aeron: (Looking down at her, voice calm) "If you want to play warrior, Mori, you better learn your place first."

  (Mori is on one knee now, trembling. She’s trying to fight it, but she can’t. Vael is too strong.)

  Selene: (Smirking) "There. That suits you much better, little sister."

  (Mori clenches her fists, trembling. This is the most humiliating moment of her life.)

  Scene: The Crushing and the Rising

  (Setting: The opulent chamber, moments after Mori is forced to kneel. Her siblings, Aeron, Vael, and Selene, stand around her, their expressions a mix of mockery and triumph.)

  (Mori is on one knee, trembling, her head bowed. Vael's hand is still pressed against the back of her head, forcing her down. Tears stream down her face, a mix of humiliation and suppressed rage.)

  Selene: (Her voice dripping with sarcasm) "There. That suits you much better, little sister."

  (Suddenly, a BOOM echoes through the hall, followed by a surge of raw energy. The temperature plummets, and the air crackles with tension. Aeron, Vael, and Selene's expressions shift from smugness to genuine fear. They all look towards the entrance, their eyes wide.)

  Aeron: (His voice barely a whisper) "Zeelthar..."

  (Zeelthar strides into the room, his golden eyes blazing with cold fury. He scans the room, his gaze settling on Mori, still kneeling, and then on her siblings.)

  Zeelthar: (His voice a low, dangerous growl) "Where is Vael?"

  (Vael, despite his earlier bravado, shrinks back, his eyes darting nervously between Zeelthar and the exit. He stammers, unable to form a coherent sentence.)

  Mori: (Quickly) "Uncle, Vael—he grabbed me, he was trying to—"

  Zeelthar: (Coldly, cutting her off) "I saw enough."

  (He steps forward, his gaze locked onto Vael, his aura pressing down like a storm.)

  Zeelthar: (Low, dangerous) "He won’t do it again."

  (Mori swallows, realizing there’s nothing more to say. The room is already heavy with Zeelthar’s silent fury.)

  (Zeelthar's gaze falls on Mori's tear-streaked face. His expression softens slightly, but his fury remains palpable. He kneels beside her, placing a firm yet gentle hand on her shoulder.)

  Zeelthar: "Mori… listen to me. Do you think you’re the only one who’s ever felt this way? Do you think you’re alone in this?"

  (Mori sniffles, trying to explain, her voice shaky. "They… they said…")

  Zeelthar: (Interrupting her gently) "I know what they said. But listen. There are warriors out there who have bled for their place in this world. There are rulers who were spat on before they wore a crown. You think pain makes you weak? No. Pain is a teacher. Mockery is a test. And right now, you have two choices—let their words define you, or stand up and prove them wrong."

  (Mori looks up at him, her lips trembling. She tries to speak, but Zeelthar continues.)

  Zeelthar: "You want respect? Earn it. Not by begging for it, not by crying for it—but by showing them that the girl they look down on today is the warrior they’ll fear tomorrow. You have strength, Mori. I see it. But none of that matters if you don’t believe in it yourself."

  (Zeelthar pauses, his gaze unwavering. He stands, offering her his hand.)

  Zeelthar: "So tell me, little warrior—are you going to stay on the ground, or are you going to rise and make them regret ever doubting you?"

  (Mori looks at his outstretched hand, her eyes filled with a newfound determination. She clenches her fists, then slowly reaches out and takes his hand. As she rises, her gaze sweeps over her siblings. They flinch under her gaze, their fear palpable.)

  Mori: (Her voice firm, clear) "I will rise."

  (Zeelthar nods, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He turns to her siblings, his expression hardening.)

  Zeelthar: "You will not touch her again. Do you understand?"

  (Aeron, Vael, and Selene nod quickly, their eyes wide with fear. They know Zeelthar's power, and they know he will not hesitate to use it.)

  Zeelthar: (To Mori) "Come. We have a ship to catch."

  (Zeelthar and Mori turn and walk out of the chamber, leaving her siblings standing in stunned silence. The fear in their eyes speaks volumes about Zeelthar's power and Mori's newfound resolve.)

  Scene Transition: Zeelthar's Private Reflection

  (Later, Zeelthar and Mori walk through the palace corridors, the tension still lingering. Mori, her confidence restored but her mind still turning, walks beside Zeelthar in silence. As they approach the transport bay, Zeelthar finally speaks, his tone calm but weighted.)

  Zeelthar: "You know, Mori, there’s one thing you have that your father never did."

  Mori: (Frowning slightly) "What do you mean?"

  Zeelthar: (His gaze distant) "Your father, Veil... he’s cruel, but not in the way you might think. He doesn’t torment people for fun. He simply doesn’t care. Indifference is its own kind of cruelty, one far colder than rage or hatred."

  (Mori’s expression shifts. She’s always known her father was distant, but hearing it framed this way makes it feel heavier.)

  Mori: "He’s not a bad person though."

  Zeelthar: (With a quiet chuckle) "No, he’s not. But that’s what makes him dangerous. He does what benefits him, and nothing more. There’s no malice, no kindness—just what suits him best at the moment. That kind of person... they don’t break, but they also don’t grow."

  (Mori glances down, absorbing his words.)

  Zeelthar: "You, on the other hand, have something he never did."

  Mori: (Looking up at him) "What?"

  Zeelthar: "The will to care. The ability to take pain and turn it into something greater."

  (He stops, looking at her with an intensity that makes her breath catch.)

  Zeelthar: "Don’t let his indifference define you. You are not your father."

  (Mori straightens slightly, nodding. She doesn’t have all the answers yet, but she knows one thing—she won’t let Veil’s shadow dictate who she becomes.)

  (Without another word, they board the ship. The weight of the conversation lingers, but for the first time in a long while, Mori feels like she’s stepping toward something greater.) hi

  Scene: The Hangar Farewell

  (Setting: Hangar Bay 42. Havies' sleek, black ship looms large, its engines humming softly. Gogeta stands at the boarding ramp, his expression a mix of excitement and apprehension. Bumma stands beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder.)

  Bumma: (Her voice filled with pride) "You're following in great footsteps, Gogeta. Your grandfather, Asraioth the Third, was a legend in his own right. He was a warrior of unparalleled strength and a leader of unwavering resolve."

  (She pauses, her eyes reflecting a distant memory.)

  Bumma: "He always told me stories of Gogito, the ancient Saiyan who defied the gods themselves. Gogito's power was said to be limitless, his spirit unbreakable. Your grandfather admired him greatly, and he saw that same fire in you."

  (Gogeta looks up at his mother, his eyes wide with wonder.)

  Gogeta: "Gogito? I've heard stories, but I never knew…"

  Bumma: (Smiling gently) "Your grandfather believed that Gogito's strength wasn't just physical. It was his unwavering belief in himself, his refusal to back down in the face of impossible odds. That's what made him a legend."

  (She squeezes Gogeta's shoulder.)

  Bumma: "And that's what I see in you, Gogeta. You have that same fire, that same determination. You have the blood of Asraioth the Third and the spirit of Gogito flowing through your veins. Don't ever forget that."

  (Her expression turns serious.)

  Bumma: "But remember, Gogeta, strength alone is not enough. Your grandfather also taught me the importance of honor and compassion. Never let your power corrupt you. Always strive to be a force for good."

  (She pulls Gogeta into a tight embrace.)

  Bumma: "Go now, my son. Make us proud. And never forget that your family will always be here for you."

  (Gogeta hugs his mother tightly, his heart filled with a mix of emotions. He pulls away, his eyes filled with determination.)

  Go

  geta: "I won't forget, Mom. I'll make you proud."

  (He turns and boards the ship, his footsteps echoing on the metal ramp. He turns back and gives his mother one last wave before the boarding ramp retracts and the hangar doors slide shut.).