Sayar Eldar, stepped out of his black carraige. Dark clouds were packing together above the Temple of Volaris. And the black, white and gray park that surrounded the temple. It has being a while since he has being here, the wedding of Ginat and Meyda to be precise. That was also the last time he had seen his second son Dorian, which was not surprising, both of them were very busy. Sayar with running the estate, and the household. A responsibility that normally belongs to the Lady, but that Lady busy to learn years, upon years of education in a couple of weeks. And Dorian was busy running things inside the temple. It was not strange that the second son of a family joins the cleric, it is either that or the army. This all because the eldest son will inherit the whole estate, which in Sayar’s mind was a stupid rule, but there was nothing he could do about it, and he have looked for those ways. Not that it would have mattered, Dorian was born to be a priest. Volaris the Goddess of Honor and Strength, had chosen him to be her voice on earth when Dorian was only ten years of age. Which was to young, but there was no one on earth that is able to go against the Goddess’s will. Sayar’s gaze went over the Volaris trees that were planted on both sides of the path that led towards the temple. The looked so similar to birch trees, but their bark was black with white spots, and their leaves where dark gray. These trees were as old as the temple itself.
“Father!” Dorian’s voice cut through the silence, and Sayar’s thoughts. His son who looked so much like him, except for his eyes. He had his mother’s eyes, gray with a hint of green. His beloved Orphaz, died a couple weeks after giving birth to Katelin, which was a huge blow upon Sayar and his young sons. But he tried to be there for all his children, and he still hoped everyday that he did a good job raising them. “Father, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?”
“Do I need a reason to visit, my son and the temple. A reason then that I missed you, that is?” Sayar asked, and Dorian shock his head, a large grin on his mouth. “Good,”
“But we both know that this is not the only reason,” Dorian said, he was just like a dog that wouldn''t let go of a new toy. And he was right, it was not the only reason why he came to the temple. But he didn’t lie about missing his son. “You want to know about the blessing?”
“Yes, and I want you opinion about some things Mazimor and I have discovered.” Sayar said, “But it might be better if we talked inside, I am afraid that Nytena, Goddess of Thunder and Wind is going to release her anger upon the world.” Dorian also looked up towards the sky.
“I am inclined to believe that you are right,” Dorian replied. He turned around and went in the same direction from which he came. “It is funny, I was actually on my way to see you. How is my brother and his blushing new bride?” Sayar sighed.
“Your brother is turned into a love stricken fool,”
“Which I believe is a good thing, that means that he takes good care of her.” Dorian implied, and Sayar nodded, that was indeed true. But that also meant that Ginat didn’t attended his other duties as he did before. Which will change as the marriage goes on.
“Meyda on the other hand is doing well, she is as sharp as Ginat’s sword and takes up information like a woolen cloth those water. According to your sister, and I have seen some things for myself as well.” Sayar said. “She will become a fine Lady of the house, she is going to make her debut in society during the Imperial ball.” Dorian stopped with walking and looked shocked towards his father.
“Isn’t that a bit to soon?” He asked. “I understand that she is smart and all of that. But she is still a girl…”
“You two are the same age,” his father cut him off. “And I know where she is coming from, and I know that not everyone will except the fact that she is still breathing.” Dorian nodded slowly and they went on with their journey towards his small office. Which had a simple desk with chair, two chairs oposit from the desk, and large bookcase filled to the brim with books. There was no windows, so a simple selection of lamps were lighting the room. Dorian closed the door and pressed a button, which activate a magical device. A device that was made by Dorian himself, Sayar still didn’t knew how it worked, but he knew that it prevents sound to travel outside this room. It was the first time that Sayar saw that Dorian used it, after demonstrating how it worked and this brought on an edge. “Is it that serious?” He asked as he sat down in one of the chairs. Dorian simply nodded, and he took place on his desk.
“It is, but I first want to hear what you have to say.” Dorian added. Sayar sighed.
“Well you know that Meyda has blood of demons, that is clear to see with her strange hair and eye color. I only knew one other person who had those features, and that was a young bride of Mizmor’s grandfather, I now know that her name was Elia. Elia Oran, the youngest daughter of Chezi’s great grandfather. Her daughter
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