Liora knew her son better than anyone else in this world… she had watched him grow, observed his strengths, and understood what he was truly capable of.
She knew deep down how much potential he had, how powerful he could become. But the problem was—he never pushed himself.
Not even once.
The only time he ever advanced, ever stepped forward, was when she forced him to. It was never out of his own will or desire… always because of her, or because someone else demanded it from him.
Even though everything she did was meant to help him grow, to bring out his hidden potential, she never really knew how to express it properly. Maybe… no one in the tribe did. None of them were ever good at expressing love.
It was like how a mother eagle raised her young—pushing them off a cliff so they could either fly… or perish.
That was the way Liora had always believed one should grow... And that was exactly how she had raised Kaelen.
