(Blossom Field Galaxy, someday in the far future)
"Mom?"
"Hmm?"
"Tell me about Cultivators."
"Ha! You act like you don't already know."
"I like hearing about it!" The child in question climbed up onto her mother's lap even though she would soon be thirteen and maybe too old for cuddling. She didn't care. Nothing made her happier than to be snuggled against her mother's side and hear her beautiful voice tell stories. "Please?" As if to add to the plea, her little brother climbed up as well, and quite filled that side of the couch.
"Oh, alright. Let's see. Millions of years ago, when the planets of our galaxy first formed, they birthed very special children born with Seeds inside. Some to Rule, and some to Defend. They would all have magic and be tasked with tending to their world so that it could grow and flourish. All became known as Cultivators, for that was their job, and those who bore a Flower Mark on their upper left arm would be Defenders while those who had Marks on their chest would be Rulers."
"But some were both."
"Very rarely, but yes. Across other galaxies, it happened as there was need."
"But in Blossom Field it didn't happen for millions of years until one special Era."
"Haha!" She snuggled her daughter close. "Who is telling this story?"
"You are!" Content, the girl closed her eyes. "Tell me about the Rebirth Era."
"Why that one specifically? Important things happened in the Royal Era preceding it, too."
"Rebirth was extra special, though, right?"
"Yeah . . . in a lot of ways, it really was." She smiled. "Alright then. We'll start right off in Rebirth Year 1, then. Many Eras do start off with something important happening."
"You would know, right?"
"I wish I could blame your father for that sassy nature of yours, I really do."
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