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six would be hard work. He did feel a touch of anxiety at the thought, though deep down he was so happy, not just for himself, but knowing the young child before him, would have the chance to grow up without having to crawl the streets looking for discarded scraps, or live in dirt and filth. Now with a loving parent, who would care for him, and guide him, and if all worked out, to grow up a decent young man. He had a little chuckle to himself, 'wait till Caldar hears about this' he thought. Then, thinking about his brother bought about a sudden sadness, he hoped with all his heart he was well and had not gotten himself into trouble. As strange as the idea sounded, something inside told him Caldar was still well, he could not reason why, nor even begin to contemplate explaining it, but he knew, a feeling or sense of some sort telling him, he knew Caldar was fine, for now at least.
By lunchtime, the decree had been passed, and signed. Officially, according to the registers, Taylor was now the legal son of Luken, Prince of Corlan. The Queen took great pleasure in handing over the official paper while at the dinner table. "Mother, I would like to thank you, I know you must have persuaded Father to change his mind," she smiled at her son, "it was no problem; I could see the two of you have become inseparable." Taking a sip from his glass, once more mimicked by the young boy sat beside him, "father did not think under any circumstances I would agree did he?" Luken asked. His mother shook her head, "no dear, but I was certain you would, he thought by offering you the choice, you would see sense as he saw it and agree for..." she paused at the thought, "my grandson there to be put into care." Taylor looked up at the queen, and gave her a big grin, "ooh isn't he adorable" she laughed, and Luken thought his mother, although she had not said as much, was also quite glad to be having his son around. Since his arrival, many of the staff had taken quite a shine to their newest family member, often roughing his hair or bringing him little gifts and treats.
By afternoon, however, the head pains he suffered had returned with such a vengeance, having been reasonably well of late they now appeared to be making up for lost time. Forcing himself to his bed, to close his eyes and rest, explaining to his son best he could he did not feel very well. After taking a tonic mixed by the royal physician, and feeling drowsy from the effects he unsurprisingly fell asleep. Taylor made sure the quilt on his father's bed was pulled up enough to keep him warm, and settled alongside him in a bedside vigil. By late afternoon, the prince was still asleep and his new son having done likewise was alongside him whilst the rest of the city continued as normal. This normality was interrupted when without warning strange lights appeared in the skies above.
People stopped what they were doing to gaze upwards, as waves of red, blue, yellow and green light rippled across the clear sky above, like party streamers swaying above them. Shopkeepers left their stores, workers downed their tools, children stopped their play, and even the palace staff, king, and queen were drawn by this strange phenomenon. Nothing like this had ever been seen before, and as more people watched the brighter, the colours appeared to become, the reds and yellows overlapping to give new waves of orange then that itself gave forth other shades. This show of lights captivating and entrancing all those that gazed upon it, once seen it appeared to keep the viewer hooked, as fish would be on a line, unable to escape. For over half an hour the waves swung across the sky, colours fluctuating in the most awesome lightshow ever seen.
Overlord of Darekia, Fenlor , stood over a large burning fire. Encircled around were his twelve most powerful priests, all kneeling, and chanting. Taking his dagger, he made a large incision down the inside of his lower arm, letting the fresh blood drip down into the flames.
By lunchtime, the decree had been passed, and signed. Officially, according to the registers, Taylor was now the legal son of Luken, Prince of Corlan. The Queen took great pleasure in handing over the official paper while at the dinner table. "Mother, I would like to thank you, I know you must have persuaded Father to change his mind," she smiled at her son, "it was no problem; I could see the two of you have become inseparable." Taking a sip from his glass, once more mimicked by the young boy sat beside him, "father did not think under any circumstances I would agree did he?" Luken asked. His mother shook her head, "no dear, but I was certain you would, he thought by offering you the choice, you would see sense as he saw it and agree for..." she paused at the thought, "my grandson there to be put into care." Taylor looked up at the queen, and gave her a big grin, "ooh isn't he adorable" she laughed, and Luken thought his mother, although she had not said as much, was also quite glad to be having his son around. Since his arrival, many of the staff had taken quite a shine to their newest family member, often roughing his hair or bringing him little gifts and treats.
By afternoon, however, the head pains he suffered had returned with such a vengeance, having been reasonably well of late they now appeared to be making up for lost time. Forcing himself to his bed, to close his eyes and rest, explaining to his son best he could he did not feel very well. After taking a tonic mixed by the royal physician, and feeling drowsy from the effects he unsurprisingly fell asleep. Taylor made sure the quilt on his father's bed was pulled up enough to keep him warm, and settled alongside him in a bedside vigil. By late afternoon, the prince was still asleep and his new son having done likewise was alongside him whilst the rest of the city continued as normal. This normality was interrupted when without warning strange lights appeared in the skies above.
People stopped what they were doing to gaze upwards, as waves of red, blue, yellow and green light rippled across the clear sky above, like party streamers swaying above them. Shopkeepers left their stores, workers downed their tools, children stopped their play, and even the palace staff, king, and queen were drawn by this strange phenomenon. Nothing like this had ever been seen before, and as more people watched the brighter, the colours appeared to become, the reds and yellows overlapping to give new waves of orange then that itself gave forth other shades. This show of lights captivating and entrancing all those that gazed upon it, once seen it appeared to keep the viewer hooked, as fish would be on a line, unable to escape. For over half an hour the waves swung across the sky, colours fluctuating in the most awesome lightshow ever seen.
Overlord of Darekia, Fenlor , stood over a large burning fire. Encircled around were his twelve most powerful priests, all kneeling, and chanting. Taking his dagger, he made a large incision down the inside of his lower arm, letting the fresh blood drip down into the flames.
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