A high Fantasy epic in short story form
“Ser Aero… but, it’s Prince Aero isn’t it?”
It’s Governor Dabir. His voice has become so familiar since arriving in Meego.
“Both are correct.” Aero replies from under the hood.
“Yes, but you did not let us know that when you arrived. You hid that fact from us, why?”
“Prince Aero, you have a visitor.”
“Rania?”
“Ser Matthew, the hero of the Battle of Inland Docks.”
“Welcome to the Great Forge. I am Kobi. I would have brought my own compatriots, but I am the only person here.”
“I know, I have been watching you since the day I first saw you.” Ayepex responds.
“How? I have looked for you ever since that day.”
Ayepex looks over the cliff toward the ocean.
“There, see those two sea dragons sparing on the horizon?” Ayepex asks.
“No.”
“They are fighting for mating supremacy. The one with the red scales appears to have the upper hand. Do you not see them?”
“No.”
“I can watch you from miles away and you would never know it.”
Out of desperation, Aero reaches for the old rusted steel blade at his feet. There is nothing within his grasp that even resembles a weapon besides it. Not to mention, Aero has a feeling that the sword is calling out to him. The ancient magic that is said to be within the blade is a mystery to him; but he doesn’t have time to question it right now.
Azka also walks up to each member and thanks them. When she stands before Aero, she slips a small piece of paper into his hands. She then excuses herself, and her handmaidens follow.
With the commotion of everyone leaving, Aero takes time to glance at the paper. It says- our bench tonight.
Relics of the Old Age