Birth Father

Nat entered the palace of Elysian, with a stone in his palm. He gathered all his courage to just step inside.

The castle guards stopped him from going further, "Where are you going, young lad?" The guard inquired, scanning Nat from top to bottom.

The guard grew more suspicious, seeing his messy clothes, unkempt hair and Haggard face, he nowhere looked like someone elite.

"What do you want, young lad?" An elderly guard asked.

"I wish to meet the Vostra Altezza," Nat said, keeping his head straight.

The guard burst out into laughter at this, "Boy, Vostra Altezza doesn't mean anyone like this." A guard spoke out, in between his laughter.

" What do you mean by 'anyone'?" Nat frowned, glaring at those two guards. He was not just anyone.

"I am the youngest mage of the council, 'The Great Lord of Brightwood.' You never heard my name, Natlus?" Nat gave her a brief introduction to himself.