Luc' 10

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Almost a decade later

The years were good. Via Sir’s, now Master’s, care he felt grown and ready for the world. The acorn had prospered under its christened name Luc’. Maybe he had been the acorn or all three of them. Luc’ stood at the window and placed his hands behind his back. What Master had spoken to him of not long after he had gained the wolf’s trust was coming. Master had become enclosed in his chambers. More so than in Zach’s passing. Luc’ held his breath and released it. Zach had done more than either of them could in tightening their loyalty to each other. The wolf and he were one and the same though still separate and distinct.

          A young boy went by catching Luc’s attention. A puppy gambolled after him. Luc’ curved his lips a little bit. He could be the wolf and still be himself. The wolf didn’t seem to mind.

          “Excuse me,” some male voice enquired softly from behind him. Luc’s gaze drifted over his shoulder and took the young man in. There were many serving in Master’s house. Luc’ frowned. They were not Master’s servants though. Who did they belong to? Who did they serve under? Perhaps they were on loan to Master…Luc’ gave it up. How long could he go on trying to fathom the whys and wherefores of Master and his doings? “Forever,” he muttered. To the young man he said, “Yes?”

          “Excuse me sir, Sir requested I give you this,” he held out an envelope sat on a shining serving dish. Luc’ one eyebrow. How long had he lived around humans? Nearly ten years. It didn’t make any sense the way they were. It made little to no sense why someone would deliver a letter on a serving dish. Luc’ lifted it from the silver and bowed his head before he opened it.

          My Dear Luc’

          I believe I have found him at last. Come to me at first light. It is time, loyal one.

          First light. The time when the veil was most visible, almost tangible. This mysterious veil Master had long spoken of which seemed to exist between different times of the same world they existed on. At times it was ludicrous to believe it. Luc’ examined the letter again. Sometimes ludicrous things were true.