One second Falkos was researching a new branch of magic and Gira was reading a very good novel, the next floods of hellfire devoured their very soul leaving nothing. But the two of them are not the focus of this tale of mine, so let's disregard them for now. Our protagonist, Zyros, miraculously outlived his two much more powerful parents due to a pendant that Gira had draped around his neck a year ago that shone with the essence of life, a healing saint's power. It formed a protective barrier around him like a bubble. At the same time, the energy unexpectedly resonated with a large number of runes intricately carved into his cradle's wood - spatial runes. You might assume that his father carved these runes but that would be incorrect. It was Falkos's master that had carved these runes. And he did not carve them to protect Zyros but to protect Falkos, centuries ago when the renowned Archmage was simply a little child left on a mage's doorstep. Falkos had kept this cradle all this time, the protection carved into it never having been activated. When his child was born, he used it for Zyros and never agreed to let him have another place to sleep even when the child grew since he knew that the longer Zyros slept in the cradle, the longer he would not have to worry about his son's safety during the night. Interestingly, his last thought before the hellfire burned his entire being to ash was the intense hope that the runes still worked as intended.
The Sovereign's Shadow
Fantasy ¡ Liovandur
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