A Father.

Arian ran ahead of Lily and Heather, his toy sword raised high in the air. "I'm the brave knight, and I'll save the kingdom!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the palace garden. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the lush greenery, and the air was alive with the sound of laughter.

Heather, holding a makeshift wooden shield, ran after him. "No way! I'm the hero today!" he declared, trying to catch up with Arian. His twin sister, Lily, twirled in circles, pretending to be a magical fairy casting spells.

"You can both be heroes," Lily chimed in, spinning toward them. "But only if I enchant your swords with fairy magic first!"

Arian skidded to a halt, his expression serious as he turned to Lily. "Fairy magic? Is it strong enough to beat dragons?"

"Of course it is!" Lily exclaimed, planting her hands on her hips. "I'm the most powerful fairy in the whole kingdom, like Aunt Ellie!"