Dreamer Of Dreams

"I know. My mother was a slave who my father bought with his coins. I understand that's the reason I was always ostracized by my family. After all, I was a bastard child and, even worse, the son of a slave."

Atticus remained silent as he looked at Asher's solemn countenance. 

After a short while, he exhaled. 

"And you're better Ashbourne than he was. The hope of the family is on your shoulders, not his, and I think your talent is greater than our hereditary one. Although it is a good talent, it doesn't have half the advantage your talent has." 

Atticus looked at the horizon.

"With your talent, you can take synergy to a whole new level. Our first ancestor was only able to control lightning; Toras could control fire; my mother could wield the wind; I could wield water, and through your talent, you can tap into our synergies."

He took a glance at Asher.