They were born different.
Rare, scattered souls who could glimpse Kael at the edge of perception children who spoke of a watcher in the dark, of a man holding the sky together.
Most were silenced.
Some were studied.
A few were protected.
Kael reached out to them carefully, teaching restraint, grounding, perspective. He refused to create disciples, but guidance felt… human.
Through them, he felt the world again.
Through them, he remembered why he stayed.