Luc' 11

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The house was quiet. That was why Master had requested this hour besides the veil? It was bizarre to think that soon he would be on his own after such careful teachings.

          There were small paper piles upon Master’s desk. All were turned over. Luc’ glanced down. His hands were clasped in front of him. Why was that important?

          “You are anxious, Luc’. Do not be.”

          “Yes Master.” There were plenty of things to be anxious about. “Master, I am uncomfortable with…”

          “This is the way it must be Luc’. He is the last of my bloodline,” Master scratched a further line of words onto parchment, “and he will not live long enough to produce another.”

          “Yes, Master.” Luc’ lifted the picture up. A tall, physically fit man with black hair and hard features. Erin Ravenheart. “What of the Stars, Master?”

          He flourished the curve of the last letter in his page and stared at the writing. “They will watch over him. They will intervene only if absolutely necessary.”

          “Master,” Luc’ acknowledged. He made to step away from the throne like chair.

          “Luc’, he is to find his way here in his own way. If he steps off of the path set out for him you are to allow him.”

          “Yes, Master.” Luc’ bowed at the waist. He swivelled around on one foot and stalked out of the room. I know what I am to do.