Flames and Embers (Part 1)
"Also, I'm a living being and I don't want a bunch of Royal Forgemasters putting their hands on me, tinkering with my mother's legacy in order to replicate it." Solus said.
Locrias opened his mouth to reply, but he could see their point. The Royal Court would always be a vipers' nest and the thought of what the wrong people might do with a tower sent shivers down his spine.
Lith and Locrias appeared on the site where Lark's corpse had been arranged like a scarecrow. To forever delete that image, his heirs had built a statue of him, depicting Lark while he painted.
Jadon had given instructions to the sculptor so that the statue wore Lark's old monocle, replacing the silk string with a metal wire to make sure that he wouldn't lose it ever again.
Seeing the serene expression of the statue reminded Lith of his old friend, stinging at his heart.