Many years ago.

On Sciocidad, near a water fountain, Ryan was teaching a private lesson just for four children: Benjamin, Neel, Rye, and Dahlia.

“We live in world that is alive and connected, every inch and atom of it in one way or another, whether you’re able to see it or not,” Ryan told them and then looked at the fountain and said, ‘rise,’ and the jet of water rose in height, shocking the children. He said, ‘shrink,’ and it shrank back to its normal size. “Every word that comes out of your mouth affects the world, so always be careful when you speak. Don’t say bad things to others, especially to those you love, because your words have such power. In fact, every thought that pops in your mind is also just as powerful. So, refuse to have evil thoughts. You should always keep yourself the same both in and out. That’s the only way you can attain the spiritual energy that has been blessed to our clan.”

“H-How did you control the fount, Uncle?” Rye curiously asked, her eyes not blinking