Serpentis Family/Edric/Newborn Awakening
The silence was broken by hurried footsteps in the hall. Without delay young female hands pushed the heavy doors leading into the study room of an young elf. The room had a sober decoration with dark-wood furnishings exhaling a very soft forestry scent. Only a blue stained glass window filtered the light and brought something soothing and tranquil for his studies and the incense smoke, rising in lazy spirals, induced a meditative state of mind. Nevertheless, the handmaiden thought very inappropriate for the young elf to spend his days there, in that room whose walls were crowded with countless shelves of books and scrolls.
Handmaiden: "Young master, the news arrived. Your father... he retired."
Edric seemed impatient when the servant made him stop his reading, but he politely raised his head. He was young, but with remarkable traits. The eyes of a deep green peered into the young maid. Impassive, he just closed the book, opened a drawer and pulled out a letter with the royal seal, opening it with a sharp blade.
My son,
The time has come. You had the best tutors of Sirion and of each culture conquered under my sword. I sent you to Akesh Temple not just to master the culture of another defeated enemy, but to serve Romul, my old friend, the only one I would trust the task of preparing you for battle. You have my best qualities, avoid making the mistakes that led me to become someone so violent and bitter in my last days serving the Republic. You are blood of my blood. Take care of your brothers and sisters.
Your father,
With a perfectly balanced movement, Edric put the paper over the flame of a candle, letting the fire consume those words.
His time had come.
