The Esoteric Design: Civilization Lost: The Esoteric Design, #3

By A. R. Redington

After the Second Fall, the Sorcēarians brought hope and peace to the people of Earth. Though initially welcomed with open arms, the angelic race eventually received nothing but scorn as humanity was jealous of their perfect civilization. Intense warfare consumed the lands, and as hostilities worsened, the Gaius lineage awaited the arrival of the Arbitrator—the one prophesied to bring final judgment upon Earth.

As the centuries passed with no sign of the Arbitrator, the Gaius family feared for the future of humankind. Dovian, though born small and weak, had grown into a powerful warrior and was teamed alongside his equally skilled friends to mediate in human wars. However, as darkness plagued the later generations of the Sorcēarians, Dovian found that the worst enemies weren't met on the battlefield but were those closest to him. As corruption spread through Ives, threatening war on their doorstep, he also discovered that the most brutal battles are sometimes within oneself.

Follow the critical moments of Dovian's life leading to the destruction of his civilization in this prequel to the Esoteric Design series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dovian’s Journal: Gold Status Publishing
• Release date: May 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201096939

A. R. Redington

A. R. Redington is a number one Audible and Amazon best-selling author. Born and raised in Kansas, she thrived creatively at an early age, focusing on art and storytelling. Her passion for gaming and character design led her to pursue an artistic career. She attended the Rocky Mountain College of Art + Design, receiving a BFA in illustration/children’s book specialization. With experience in graphic design, formatting, illustration, editing, publishing, and writing, Redington creates and designs everything for her novels while working freelance on the side.  She is the author and illustrator of the sci-fi/fantasy series, The Esoteric Design, Masters of the Ellem (fantasy), Trouble with Mystery (romantic thriller), Whispers from Beyond: 30 Miniature Tales (horror), and “The Trophy” from Predator: Eyes of the Demon. You can find out more about A. R. Redington at her website: www.ARRedington.com. 

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The Esoteric Design

Civilization Lost

A. R. Redington

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Dovian's Journal: Gold Status Publishing

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Written & illustrated by A. R. Redington

Dovian’s Journal: Gold Status Publishing

www.ARRedington.com

The Esoteric Design: Civilization Lost

Copyright © 2022 A. R. Redington

Original copyright © 2017 A. R. Crebs

First printing 2017 under the name A. R. Crebs.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination.

Contents

Also by the Author

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Lita

Prologue

Worried

1. Chapter 1

Apples

2. Chapter 2

Planting the Seed

3. Chapter 3

Too Late

4. Chapter 4

Piggyback Ride

5. Chapter 5

I’Lanthe

6. Chapter 6

Gathering Light

7. Chapter 7

Euclid

8. Chapter 8

Purple Orchid

9. Chapter 9

Waiting to be Dismissed

10. Chapter 10

Striking Beauty

11. Chapter 11

Baxter

12. Chapter 12

No Heaven Song

13. Chapter 13

The Spider and the Butterfly

14. Chapter 14

Ground Zero

15. Chapter 15

Martelle’s Sacrifice

16. Chapter 16

I’Lanthe’s Despair

17. Chapter 17

Target Practice

18. Chapter 18

A Heartbreaking Goodbye

19. Chapter 19

Premonition

20. Chapter 20

The Bartender

21. Chapter 21

Quentin’s Rage

22. Chapter 22

Mugshot

23. Chapter 23

Resurrection

24. Chapter 24

The Meeting

25. Chapter 25

Forbidden Power

26. Chapter 26

Orin and Kitara

27. Chapter 27

The Courtroom

28. Chapter 28

Readying for Battle

29. Chapter 29

The End of Paradise

30. Chapter 30

Ferals

Epilogue

Intruders from Bio-Tech

Dovian's Journal

About the Author

Also by the Author

Books by A. R. Redington

The Esoteric Design

The Esoteric Design: Disbanding Hope

The Esoteric Design: Civilization Lost

Predator: Eyes of the Demon, The Trophy

Masters of the Ellem

The Trouble with Mystery

Whispers from Beyond: 30 Miniature Tales

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my cats—Hector, Xena, and Petey. I love you.

Acknowledgements

I’d like to thank everyone who encouraged and supported me during the creation of this book. It was quite the endeavor but worth it. I create not only for myself but all of you as well.

The following are links to sites that I used for stock reference for some of the artwork within this book.

www.fotolia.com

www.freerangestock.com

www.texturez.com

Lita

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Prologue

2,828 S.F.

CREAK!

The bulky stone door—with wood beat into the surface, adorned with jewels of varying size, shape, and color—gradually opened. The hand on the knob remained still. Azera stood in the doorway, his golden eyes targeting the hunched figure sitting at the desk inside the extravagant study. Despite the night, the floor-to-ceiling windows remained open, allowing a cool breeze to slip through and tickle the edges of the ashen drapes. The room was grand in design, nearly every inch of the walls full of books and antiquities. An ornate rug with red, gold, and silver hues covered a large portion of the marble floor. Spiraling platinum lamps cast dull orange glows in the corners of the room. One floating orb of matching light bounced and pulsed above the drooping man at the mahogany desk. Papers surrounded him; some had scattered to the floor. A sudden gust of wind swept across the room, sending a few more pages into the air to dance to the ground. Deep thunder followed.

Azera’s eyes shimmered within the room. He tore his sight away from the figure in the center to the open window, eyeing the dark clouds. Another round of thunder groaned, and he released his hold on the doorknob.

Young Gaius III, your grandfather has requested your presence, Azera spoke; his deep voice barely affected the slumped man. Elysia as well. She wishes to see you. She is anxious.

Young Gaius’ hands which covered his face, his fingers locked in his silver hair, finally dropped. His knuckles knocked against the desk. He gazed intensely at the storm outside, his brilliant blue eyes fluctuating in brightness. With a trembling lip, he moved his attention to the floor. I hear no sound of a baby’s cry.

The child is alive. She is not concerned about the baby. She is worried for you. She wonders why you have not been by her side, Azera explained.

Gaius’ face wrinkled as he frowned. I couldn’t be there, Azera. I heard there were complications; I couldn’t be there to watch another son die.

But he is not dead, and you need to see him live. Azera moved to the hallway, not saying anything more.

Gaius lifted his head, watching as lightning darted between the clouds and streaked toward the Earth.

It rains today, he whispered. As was foreseen.

Standing, the man straightened his scarlet and gold robes and then ran his hand through his hair. His halo beamed around his head, slowly spinning as he regained strength and forced himself to move forward. The halls were eerily quiet. Usually, the city bustled with various sounds. Today, however, it remained still, whispers seeping from behind closed doors. The storm had moved in, bringing with it a howling wind. There was no music outside of a tiny wind chime that tinkled an erratic song.

Further down, the man heard hushed laughter made by multiple persons. Gaius neared the door at the end of the hall. It was open only slightly, yellow light shining like a beacon into the dark corridor. He stood before it, eyeing the crack. Firelight bounced inside the bedroom, revealing a group that surrounded the bed. One stood out from all the rest—his grandfather. The large man waited near the headboard, looking out to the storm. He turned, immediately locking eyes with young Gaius through the small opening.

He’s here, his grandfather spoke up.

Elysia sat on the bed, covered by multiple thick blankets. Her green eyes moved from the little bundle in her arms to the doorway. Young Gaius took a deep breath and pushed the doors open, sliding into the room. Elysia’s face lit up with a brilliant smile.

Gaius. I was worried about you, she said in a weak whisper.

The nervous man gave a cockeyed smirk, feeling ashamed for not being there in the first place. He moved toward her, avoiding the stares of the many others, including his father, Gaius II. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he grabbed his wife’s little hand. She appeared to be sickly in color; a clip pulled her wine-colored hair away from her face, but a few strands had freed themselves and stuck to the sides of her forehead and cheeks.

I’m sorry I made you worry. I should have been here by your side, young Gaius softly replied. Finally, he looked at the small child in her arms and frowned. It was as he feared. The baby boy was tiny.

He’s little, she said as if knowing her husband’s thoughts.

I never heard him cry. I feared for the worst, he mumbled.

He’s not cried yet. He’s been asleep this whole time. Elysia ran a finger down the baby’s soft, plump cheek. He barely stirred.

Gaius looked at his grandfather.

He is weak, his grandfather said. It’s as if he didn’t want to leave his mother’s womb.

Will he…become strong? young Gaius questioned.

Gaius III, my grandchild, his grandfather spoke. There is no telling what he may become, but, for now, praise that he is alive and well.

Are you not happy? Elysia asked. Tears welled in her eyes.

Gaius III lowered his head. He was happy to have his wife and son alive; however, the Golden Prophecy ordained that the Arbitrator would be powerful. This child was half the size of their last, and even he had died in battle. The Gaius lineage became cursed as soon as they had fallen to the planet. He feared that this one would not be strong enough to last the night, let alone hold up to the foretelling.

I am merely fearful for this little one. I’ve already lost one child. I do not wish to lose another, Gaius spoke softly to his wife.

Elysia smiled, placing a hand on the man’s face. Her thumb ran over his red tattoo. My sweet husband. Do not fear. He is a strong one. He’ll be just fine.

How do you know? He kissed the palm of her hand.

Elysia looked at the infant in her arms. Because I can feel it.

Carefully, she handed the child over to the man. He timidly held the boy and smiled with joy for the first time. Cute little thing, he said with a short laugh. Which name did you choose?

Elysia gave him a sheepish look. I’ve not decided yet.

The man shook his head. You’ve always been indecisive. The poor boy will grow to be a hundred before receiving a proper title from you.

It’ll come to me when the time is right. She ran her fingers over the boy’s forehead, and the couple remained beside one another, watching over him.

As time passed, the visitors each said their goodbyes and congratulations, and soon only the Gaius men remained in the room. Gaius II approached them. He was nearly as tall as the original Gaius but much broader with a burly build. His silver hair was a shade darker, and a full beard covered his square jaw. Like his mother had been, Gaius II’s skin was tanner than the other men in the line, but his father’s sense of humor was alive within. Whereas he would appear frightening at times with his narrowed, piercing blue eyes, his smile was as broad as he was. The man squeezed his son’s shoulders as he looked down at Elysia.

You’ve never looked more beautiful. Your sister will be very pleased to hear this. How jealous she is to know I’ve seen the boy before she has! Gaius II bellowed a laugh.

Elysia giggled. Send her my way as soon as she arrives.

Ah, but she won’t be here until late. I will not let Cyerys disturb you. Besides, she already told me herself to make her wait for morning. She doesn’t want to disturb your peace. But, once she is here, I’m sure you’ll get to rest your arms for a few hours as she will not want to put the child down! The large man grinned.

I look forward to seeing her. Elysia smiled in return.

Gaius II looked over his shoulder at his father and gave a short nod. Pressing his lips together, he nodded toward Elysia and patted his son on the back. Well, I’ll be taking my leave. Congratulations, my dear. And to you, son. He has your look.

Night, father, Gaius III said, only tearing his eyes away from his newborn son for one second.

Sleep well, Elysia added.

Ah, that I will. I’m a grandfather myself once again today. It is a glorious day! Gaius II cheered with his hands in the air as he strolled from the room.

It remained silent a while before Sir Gaius stepped forward, his hands behind his back.

Grandson, he spoke.

The two on the bed looked up to the grand Sorcēarian.

May I have a moment alone with Elysia? he asked, giving a gentle expression.

Of course, grandfather. With a concerned look, he handed the child back to Elysia. Placing a hand on the baby’s head, he leaned forward and kissed his small forehead and then his wife. I’ve got some work to do. I will be back in a little while to check up on you.

Elysia nodded and held onto his hand. He squeezed her fingers and looked back at his grandfather as he stood. Goodnight, Sir, he added.

Goodnight, the older man replied. Sir Gaius watched his grandson take his leave and carefully sat on the edge of the bed beside Elysia.

He seemed upset, she sadly spoke.

I know his past son haunts him, but do know that he is not feeling ill toward this boy. He’s always been a bit more anxious than his father. He gets it from his grandmother. He worries for you and the child. The Elder ran his thumb across the baby’s chin; the golden cloth of his robes covered the infant like a blanket. The baby cooed lightly.

Elysia gasped. That’s the first sound he’s made! Sir Gaius, I believe he likes your touch.

The Elder Gaius smirked. Oh, my dear, not nearly as much as his mother’s. He’s going to become attached to you.

Elysia looked at the older man with fear in her eyes. Should I be concerned for him? I don’t know as much as you or the Elders, but I am aware of the prophecy. Will my boy be all right?

The original and first to have landed on Earth a couple of thousand years before, Sir Gaius was one of the few who could see into the future and had his full divine connection with the Creator. As each Sorcēarian, outside of the Elders, was born on the planet, their genes became tainted by sin. It wouldn’t be long before each line became as saturated as humanity. And it wasn’t until now that Gaius began to worry about the great war to come. As he stared at the child in Elysia’s arms, his heart ached for both the boy and mother.

Know that I try my best to uphold my responsibilities for the race, even if it means keeping secrets from others. But, for you, I will let you in on some important information, Gaius spoke softly, but Elysia could sense worry within the Elder.

I should be concerned for him, shouldn’t I? Elysia asked, holding the child protectively.

He is weak, Elysia, because he had second thoughts, Gaius said. He gently placed his palm on the child’s forehead.

Second thoughts?

The soul. It knew what was to come in its lifetime. While in the heavens, it knew of its purpose and role. While feeling assured and strengthened by the powers of the Kingdom, once being birthed, the soul can begin to feel earthly weakness. It is afraid and having doubts.

But…will he be all right? She tightened her hold, running her fingers across the child’s cheek. A pale blue light repeatedly streaked over the baby’s tiny face.

Gaius smiled. As long as you remind him of why he is here.

Why is he here?

He is here to feel love, know it still exists, and prove it to those above. Gaius stood. He straightened his robes, threading the buttons at the top.

To love him? Elysia laughed. Nothing could prevent me from doing so.

Know that I have much faith in you, but if he does not get well soon, we can begin to fear the worst, Gaius added.

Dread stilled the woman as she watched the older man. He looked out to the storm. His square jaw tightened; his lips curled into a frown. Sir Gaius rarely frowned.

I…I can heal him, she whispered.

I’ve no doubt you can, but it will require much of you, he returned.

Even if it kills me, he will live! she defiantly stated as tears fell.

Gaius peered at her and gave a gentle smile. And I know you will succeed. But with all things, there are always other possibilities. I know you will find a way.

Elysia closed her eyes and began a prayer, the angelic voice singing from her. Her hands glowed with vivid light, encasing the child.

The Elder Gaius placed a hand on her hair and kissed her forehead. Don’t tell your husband too much of this. He is worried enough as it is.

I didn’t plan on it, she said between prayers.

Giving one last look at the man, she told him goodnight.

"Don’t forget about your health," Gaius said, his frown returning.

I’m not of importance, she whispered.

Gaius lowered his head, giving a slow nod in understanding. He took his leave, closing the door to the bedroom.

Thank you, Sir Gaius, Elysia whispered.

She remained in bed for days, locked in a trance while encased in light. She rarely took any breaks to rest or eat and drink. All the while, her husband remained a nervous wreck. After a week, while deep in prayer, as Elysia was about to lose hope, she felt the tendrils of her life force come to the surface. She was a Sorcēarian. She was immortal. But severe physical harm could take her out as easily as a human, especially while in a weakened state. Elysia had avoided death countless times due to her extraordinary healing abilities. She was one of the best in Ives, so when she realized not one bit of her healing prayer was helping her child, she gathered the white tendrils of light buried deep within her. It was the edge of her healing abilities, dancing along the line of her life force. She continued to draw in the light, rushing it over the infant. Finally, pulling all she could of what remained of her magical energy, she sacrificed her healing power and sealed it within the boy. Now, no matter where he was, he would have her contained within him to heal him, to feel her love.

Exhausting all that she had, Elysia sighed and leaned back against the headboard, feeling what little remained of her life force sinking back into her. She was famished, thirstier than she had ever been, and wanted nothing more than to take a long bath. As she closed her eyes to rest, a sound alerted her. It was a baby’s whimper. Opening her eyes, she looked down at her child. He wriggled and squirmed in her arms, fussing a bit as he struggled to open his eyes. Suddenly, a bright light seeped from the child’s irises, consuming the entire room. A beam shot through the open window and spread over the city in a brilliant flash, lighting up the night sky.

Elysia watched her child not in fear but with hope as the light settled and erupted into thousands of tiny particles that danced around the room like fireflies. The glow in the child’s eyes dimmed, revealing a beautiful shade of blue as his father’s. He gazed at his mother and gave her a large, toothless grin.

Oh! You’re the most beautiful thing! Elysia burst into tears as she grinned.

At the sight of the mother’s crying face, the baby’s own wrinkled. Then, he began to cry. It was a loud, drawn-out wail.

Oh no! I’ve got you started, now haven’t I? Elysia happily exclaimed, rocking the baby.

The door to the bedroom slammed open. Gaius III stood rigidly in the doorway. His hair was a chaotic mess, his robes undone and twisted. He looked like hell, and Elysia laughed.

He is crying! Gaius shouted.

Elysia nodded, rocking back and forth.

He is all right? the man questioned.

He is going to be just fine, Elysia replied. And his name is Dovian.

Worried

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Chapter 1

2,836 S.F.

Elysia gathered up the biggest pot she could find and set it on the stove, the metal clanging noisily. Leaning to the side, she whispered a small spell, and a flicker of flame beneath ignited. Her brow wrinkled as she gave a sharp hiss, her fingers lightly touching her temples.

Mama? You have another headache? a small voice asked behind her.

Elysia quickly turned, smiling. Nothing at all to worry about, Dovian. Mother is simply getting old.

Sitting at the marble island in the center of the kitchen, the little boy wrinkled his nose. You don’t look old.

Elysia giggled. Oh, well, thank you, sweetheart. I wish I felt as young as I looked! Pouring a bowl of water and broth into the pan, the woman eyed her young boy. Are you going to help me today?

Dovian nodded vigorously.

You want to wash the vegetables? she asked.

Dovian’s nose wrinkled again. I wanted to cut them.

You always want to cut them, but I’m not sure I trust you with sharp objects just yet, his mother teased.

She gathered an assortment of spices and some potatoes and carrots. Carelessly, she dropped them in front of the boy. He glared at the vegetables as if he were insulted by them.

And what warrants that expression from you? She placed her hands on her hips.

We’re having stew again? he asked.

Again? Her eyebrows rose. We haven’t had stew in two months.

That isn’t very long if you’re a Sorcēarian, the child protested.

Elysia returned to the countertop beside the stove, searching for the best cutting knife. You are only eight years old. You’ve no idea!

Eight years is a long time, mama! Dovian pouted, kicking his feet back and forth from his raised seat.

Elysia looked over her shoulder, chuckling. Her burgundy hair danced in the wind from the open window as she watched her boy, sighing deeply. He poked a potato, mumbled, then picked up a few carrots and pulled off the leaves.

If you help me clean those veggies, I’ll let you cut a few carrots. How’s that sound? She dumped some seasonings into the pot.

Dovian lifted his head, his icy eyes widening. His silver hair was a wild mess. A few streaks of dirt covered his left cheek, where he tried to draw his own tattoos. The poor kid was entirely too eager to grow up. It saddened Elysia. She loved her little, curious boy and wished he would remain small forever.

All right! Dovian cheered, hopping from his seat. He grabbed as many carrots and potatoes as possible and carried them to the sink beside the open window.

He had washed about half the batch before Elysia joined to assist. Dovian loved to help cook and clean dishes, but his mind always wandered. Sometimes she’d catch him with soapy water up to his elbows as he stared out the window deep in thought. Other times, he would hold a potato and have conversations with it. It delighted her and made their dinner-time cooking last twice as long. As they finished with the washing, Elysia screamed as something flew toward them through the window.

BOO! a young voice shouted.

My goodness, boy! You scared the daylights out of me! Elysia held a hand to her chest.

Leaning through the open window was another young boy roughly Dovian’s age. He had brown hair and eyes streaked like sandstone. He gave a high-pitched laugh, covering his mouth as he snorted. Dovian giggled too, splashing soapy water at the other boy.

Orin! How on earth did you get up here? Get inside before you fall! Elysia lectured.

The boy stepped onto the countertop and hopped to the ground, cheering as he landed.

I climbed the vine! It’s strong! The boy flexed his arms. Like me!

Your mother would faint if she knew what you’d just done. Please use the front door like normal Sorcēarians. The woman sighed.

When I get my wings, I’m never, ever gonna use front doors! I’ll just swoop through all the open windows! Orin exclaimed. He was a loud and hyper child.

And scare all your friends and family, no doubt, Elysia returned.

Mama! When do we get our wings? Dovian asked, drying his hands.

Not until you boys hit puberty, most likely. Some get them sooner; some get them later. The woman carried the vegetables back to the cutting table.

When will that be? the silver-haired boy asked.

If I had it any other way, I’d say never! But…I can’t stop you from growing up…. The woman paused, staring at the boiling water. It’s different for everyone. I imagine you two will get them around the same time, and then I will be in for double the amount of trouble.

Orin and Dovian both grinned.

So, what brings you to my kitchen, Orin? she asked.

I wanted to see if Dovian could play. The boy reached into a fruit bowl and snatched up a giant strawberry. He shoved it into his mouth. May I have a strawberry?

Elysia rolled her eyes. Usually, one asks before they eat the food, but yes, you may have a couple.

Orin smiled, revealing tiny seeds stuck in his teeth. He quickly grabbed two more. Dovian followed his actions.

And where will your adventures be taking you? Elysia asked.

Orin spoke with one cheek full. My grandfather’s orchard. Dovian’s not seen it yet.

Elysia looked toward the sun in the sky. Boy, that is over a mile away.

Figured we could pick up some rocks and flowers along the way, Orin explained. If it takes too long, we’ll just run!

And that is still a far run for a boy your size. Elysia folded her arms.

I’ve not seen it, ma. He says there are apples now. I can bring you back some, Dovian added.

Elysia’s eyes brightened. Apples? Already? she asked.

Orin nodded.

Well…it is already getting close to dinnertime, Dovian.

Please! Mama! I’ll be good! I’ll just stay awhile, long enough to grab you some apples for your pie! Dovian tugged her long sleeves.

She let out her held-in breath. If you go, you won’t be able to cut any carrots.

Dovian’s face fell. He eyed the large knife on the countertop and then looked out the window. Maybe…you can let me cut them next time, he whispered.

Elysia chuckled and rubbed the boy’s head. Kneeling, she held his shoulders. You be careful. That orchard sits directly on a cliffside. Don’t go anywhere near the edge. And I want you back by sundown, you hear me?

Dovian nodded. Yay! he rambunctiously yelled, turning toward Orin. The two boys jumped a few times.

Take that basket with you. Don’t forget my apples! She pointed to a small wicker basket sitting on a shelf in the corner of the room.

Dovian ran to the item, snatched it up, and followed Orin toward the sink. The boys prepared to climb onto the countertop.

Naw-ah! Elysia snapped her fingers. Out the door! Not the window!

Orin and Dovian snickered and darted from the room, screaming wildly. Elysia huffed, blowing a loose curl out of her face. Eyeing the open window, she looked over the side of the building before closing and latching it shut.

The boys noisily laughed as they ran through the vaulted halls of the marble manor. They passed by Dovian’s bedroom, sped further through the library, and made their way toward the cathedral, which would lead them to the expansive ivory bridge suspended above the silver lakes. But first, they had to pass Dovian’s father’s study.

Dovian slid to a halt, tugging on Orin’s black and white robes. The boy gagged, skipping to a stop beside his friend. He gave Dovian a curious look but quickly realized the situation as the silver-haired boy placed a finger to his lips. Carefully, they tiptoed down the hall. Dovian eyed the gap in the door, seeing his father diligently at work, his pen crawling across the parchment of his large book. They had nearly passed the room when the man’s voice called out.

Dovian? What are you up to? One does not pass by silently unless they are guilty of something. His father stopped writing.

Dovian cringed and paused mid-step. Before he could respond, the door jerked open. Orin and Dovian both shouted. Gaius III peered down at them, his expression hard.

I should’ve known your accomplice would be Orin, the man muttered.

Orin gave a lopsided smirk. He rubbed the back of his head nervously. Um, afternoon…Gaius, sir.

What adventure are you on? Gaius questioned. He didn’t look to Orin for answers but rather his son.

Orin’s grandfather’s home, sir. He wishes to show me the orchard, Dovian spoke up.

But it is a far distance to the orchard. Gaius folded his arms. Is it not close to dinnertime?

Mother said it was all right, Dovian whispered, his head hanging low.

And what if I don’t think it’s all right? the man questioned.

Orin fidgeted uncomfortably. Gaius III was the most frightening of the entire Gaius lineage, but only due to his severe demeanor.

Is it not all right? Dovian mumbled.

Gaius crouched beside his son. Tilting his head, he matched eyes with the boy. He sighed and ran his hand through Dovian’s hair.

Look at you. You’d think I ruined a holiday. Of course, you may go to the orchard…but on one condition. Gaius lifted a finger.

Dovian raised his head, nodding slowly.

You travel with me. I can get you there far faster, and then you will have more daylight to play with. Gaius stood, tugging on the inside of his scarlet overcoat. He pulled out a device the size of the palm of his hand.

We get to travel with your frequency tuner?! Orin exclaimed.

That’s right. I can get you there in the blink of an eye, Gaius muttered as he twisted the center dial. Hold hands. Now.

Orin quickly grabbed Dovian’s hand, and Dovian held onto his father’s. The marble walls and floors disintegrated within a split second, fading into a dark world. White orbs and shades of multiple colors spiraled around them. They soon stood outside time, watching the Earth beneath their feet.

Wow! Look at that! Orin lowered to his hands and knees, gawking at the world below.

Gaius smirked as he caught Dovian’s questioning look. I come here far too often. It seems I have a habit.

It’s marvelous! Orin gaped at the planets near and far, his sight pulling in visions many would have missed.

Why do you come here? Dovian asked.

Gaius stared at the sun, his face expressionless. I come here because it is quiet. It allows me to think. It gives me a moment to catch my breath where I otherwise wouldn’t be able to. I reflect on my life. I think of my future. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at the yellowish-white orb in their solar system. I think of yours.

Mine? Dovian asked.

The corner of Gaius’ mouth curled up. Holding out his arm, he pressed a button on his armband, and a circle appeared over a small section of Ives. This is where we should be, correct?

Dovian stared. Yes. That is where the orchard is.

Good. I’ll lower us down there. Gaius grabbed his tuner once again.

Orin jumped to his feet, pointing behind Gaius. Wait! What’s that?

The man twisted, looking over his shoulder. You tell me, Orin. What is it?

Orin leaned forward, concentrating on the enormous spiraling rock. To the others, it was a mere dot on the horizon. It’s an asteroid. The boy then watched its trajectory. Someday, it will pass between the Earth and the moon.

That is correct. Keen vision as always, Gaius approved. And what do you suppose its effect will be on the planet?

Orin pondered a moment before shrugging. Gaius looked at Dovian.

It could change Earth’s gravity if it passes too closely, depending on its size, Dovian suggested.

That’s a possibility. The man nodded. And what effects would that have on the human race?

Orin snickered. If gravity becomes lighter, they can stretch out and become taller like us! Maybe they will have noodle arms!

Dovian laughed, waving his arms with Orin.

An interesting speculation, but it would take a lot to create noodle arms. Gaius looked toward the planet. And that asteroid won’t pass for thousands of more years. But, do you see that cloud over there?

Orin looked at a mushrooming cloud far off on a separate continent below.

What is that? the young boy asked.

Nuclear testing. Humanity insists on preparing the dangerous weapons despite being a war crime to use in battle. Gaius glared at the horizon of the planet. If they keep it up, they could create adverse effects on the planet. Do you know what that would be?

Dovian watched the cloud, his stomach sinking. It was massive. He looked up at his father. The man always turned every situation into a learning opportunity. He expected Dovian to use his best vocabulary and expand his knowledge and outlook on life.

They could destroy the planet. The use of the weapons could create adverbs effects— Dovian halted.

"Adverse effects," Gaius corrected.

Dovian nodded. Adverse effects to humanity’s ecosystem and water supplies. Radiation could cause physiological and genetic changes. Looking back to the cloud, Dovian lowered his head. Why do they do such things?

Orin stared at the clouds below, his pupils dilating and constricting as he gathered sights from the planet beneath their feet.

Humanity constantly struggles. Not everyone agrees with the warfare that currently plagues the nations. Others have no say. They are powerless to those in control, Gaius explained.

They are bad people. Orin pointed toward the mushroom cloud. The ones who are testing those weapons.

Gaius scoffed. That is debated by many. It isn’t quite as simple as that. Life is far more complex than good and bad. That is where we come in. We’re the ones who step in before things can get out of hand. We try to keep the balance without fully interfering with the race. Despite what they do, they are still responsible for their actions. It’s the way it must be. Gaius lifted his tuner again, turning the knob. But that is a subject to worry about much later. For now, we need to gather some apples, yes?

The two boys nodded, their smiles reappearing.

In a flicker, the landscape shifted, and they sank toward the Earth. The clouds blurred past them. The deep blue oceans neared their feet, and soon they were on Ives once again. Gaius clicked his tuner and dropped it back inside his coat. With a burst, they appeared just outside the orchard.

The man looked at his armband. Only .36 seconds have passed since we left the study.

So amazing! Orin exclaimed. When can I get one of those?

Gaius gave the boy a stern look. When you are old enough to understand how it works and can respect its power.

Orin’s shoulders slumped.

Young Gaius! Nice to see you popping in! A slightly older man approached them. He was tall, lean, and had royal blue eyes and long raven hair tied back in multiple braids. His robes were golden and a dark shade of cobalt. Beside him was a boy with matching hair and eye color.

Rhondin. A surprise to see you here. Gaius placed his fist against his chest. Rhondin returned the gesture.

You’ve not been called? Rhondin asked.

Called? Gaius tilted his head. He eyed Dovian and Orin. Was I to be? I am merely bringing these boys to the orchard for some apples.

Rhondin cupped his hands before his waist. Your grandfather was to call for you, but I assume you just left your home. No matter at all, everyone is waiting inside. The man gestured toward Orin’s grandfather’s home.

Meeting at Fardon’s? Gaius gaped at the towering manor.

It involves his jurisdiction, so it only makes sense to meet with him, Rhondin spoke simply.

Ah, Gaius nodded in understanding, issues in the Middle East again?

Seems so.

Gaius gave a tired sigh. I will join you then. Finally taking notice of the child beside the other man, he gave a gentle smile. Your boy?

Yes, Rhondin nodded. He grows more each day.

I’ve noticed. Last I’d seen, he was half the size.

Rhondin peered at his son. I was going to drag the poor boy to the meeting with me, but seeing as there are others here….

Gaius looked at Orin and Dovian expectantly. I’m sure Euclid could join in on the adventure.

Orin jumped forward. We’re going to the orchard to pick some apples! Would you like to come?

The black-haired boy gave a large, tight-lipped smile and nodded. Slowly, he approached the two boys. He looked back at his father once, and Rhondin laughed, shaking his head.

Go ahead, boy. But, please, behave yourself. And stay away from the cliffside! Rhondin turned with Gaius, smiling at the sound of the three boys laughing as they headed for the trees. For my sanity, he added.

Got yourself a troublemaker? Gaius curiously asked.

Rhondin shook his head. The poor boy. Ever since his mother passed, he’s not been himself. He’s constantly getting to places he shouldn’t, seeking attention in all the wrong ways. He certainly keeps me on my toes. I found him on the highest peak of our cathedral just yesterday. The man rubbed his forehead.

Whatever for?

Rhondin shrugged. I’ve not been able to answer that myself. He said he was enjoying the view. I’d be lying if I said he doesn’t worry me sometimes.

Gaius laughed. I do remember my father telling me similar stories about myself.

Rhondin shivered. Boys! Always up to no good. You never hear of the daughters getting into such trouble.

As my wife always says, it’s because they are far smarter than us to begin with! Gaius scoffed.

Rhondin pondered his childhood a moment. You know, I may have to agree with her on that one. He patted Gaius’ shoulder. The two men chuckled, entering the grand Fardon estate.

They passed through the beautiful cathedral, as each manor had, and followed through the long corridor to the grand hall used for festivities, holiday meals, and meetings such as these. The room was spacious, with vaulted ceilings. The gothic design merged with the stone ceiling and into the wooden shelves lining the walls. A few stained-glass windows were pushed open, allowing the wind to cool the room. The long banners swayed with the breeze, quietly flapping. The marble floor was polished so fine that it acted as a mirror, reflecting everything atop it. A long, thin rug of amber and jade laid beneath an equally massive oak table. Wooden and jeweled chairs, ornate and rich in appearance, lined each side.

Surrounding the table were the Elders, all dressed in their golden robes. They chatted, some indulging in tales of their past weekend excursions, others talking not so lightly about recent events that plagued the world. Gaius III immediately noticed his grandfather at the head of the table. Fardon sat to his left, Azera to his right. Gaius II sat next to Azera, but the other seat beside him remained empty. The broad man smiled widely and waved his son toward him.

My boy! Come sit here! he cheered, slapping his hand against the seat.

Rhondin patted Gaius III on the shoulder and took his place beside his own father, Jaleal, who looked nearly identical but wore more distinguished robes and golden clips in his hair. Gaius III moved to his father’s side, giving a quick nod in his grandfather’s direction. Elder Gaius smiled and returned the gesture.

You seem in good spirits, father, young Gaius mumbled as he sat.

Good weather today. It pleases me. Gaius II turned in his seat. Fishing later?

Of course, after dinner.

The large man slapped his hands together. Ah! I’m even more pleased now.

As everyone settled in their chairs and the idle chatting ended, Fardon’s wife circled the room, offering porcelain cups of tea and small plates of pastries. She was a tall, robust woman with rusty hair and caramel eyes. She had once wielded a hammer on the battlefield but had long since retired from her duties, quite liking domestication after having her twin son and daughter. However, she practiced the artistic traditions of the Sorcēarian lifestyle. Before getting married, the woman had not one ounce of skill in the kitchen or sewing. Now, she was an expert pastry chef and excelled at dressmaking. Even though she enjoyed her peaceful lifestyle, nobody dared to anger the woman. She kept her hammer conveniently hung beside her skillets in the kitchen, another at her bedside, and one in her sewing room.

Blueberry for you, she whispered as she set a plate before her husband, Fardon.

The man chuckled and kissed her cheek. You know me too well, Maren. He tossed a morsel to Kitara, his pet owl. The bird was large with eyes the color of the setting sun and had a fiery attitude to match. The two shared a unique bond. Fardon could see through her eyes and draw from her memories, a technique best used for monitoring conferences and analyzing battles.

Fardon was one of the original to have fallen with Sir Gaius along with Jaleal and Azera. Though he shared a higher position alongside the Elders, his appearance was slightly unorthodox with his brown hair, which he usually kept shaved minus a strip in the middle. Still, he recently decided to go completely bald to show off his new tattoo. His eyes were silver in color with streaks of brown throughout. Fardon had the sight to perceive events around the world as they occurred. His swirling gaze could read energy levels and even analyze someone on a medical scale, gathering the tiniest of microscopic data. Gold piercings decorated his nose, right eyebrow, and ears. His tattoos were ornate, covering much of his face and the sides of his head. Fardon was a decorated man and had a guilty pleasure in enjoying ornamental design. Thus, his home was one of the gaudiest in the entire city.

Sir Gaius rapped his knuckles on the table, and the room quickly hushed. Being the creator of Ives, it was agreed that he would hold the position as head of the territory, though Sorcēarians didn’t facilitate the use of titles such as kings, lords, or presidents. It was an unspoken knowledge that he was the leader, the one best equipped to ensure the peace within Ives. Like his son and grandchildren, his silver hair sparkled with hints of gold, and his eyes were a glowing blue. Gaius donned gold and silver robes. A tattoo flecked down his forehead between his eyebrows and streaked his chin. Two dashes marked his face directly beneath his outlined eyes. Sir Gaius was humbler than Fardon, preferring simple robes to the dress attire that many of the Elders wore.

I believe everyone is present, Sir Gaius spoke, his voice loud in the room without much effort from his vocals.

All the Elders nodded.

I apologize for calling you all to a meeting during this hour without much warning, but Fardon has seen some interesting events. Gesturing toward the man on his left, Sir Gaius allowed Fardon to speak.

Fardon stood; his jewelry jingled with his motion. Narrowing his eyes, his pupils swirled as he gained sight of the world. It seems trouble is stirring up again in the Middle East.

There followed a series of groans throughout the room.

Not oil again, Narita mumbled.

Narita was also an Elder. Beautiful, tall, and slender, she had a regal manner to her posture and a habit of always lifting her chin. Dark, rich curls flowed over her shoulders and down her back. Her most striking feature, however, was her violet eyes. Tattoos lined her irises in gold, curving outward at the corners. Two sharp angles covered her cheekbones. A big metallic cuff clamped around her neck with chains dangling over her chest. The extravagant woman wore fitted ceremonial robes of gold and lavender. Decorating her bony fingers were an assortment of rings, more chains wrapping around her wrist. To top it off, she had a commanding yet raspy voice.

Fardon lowered his head dismally. It pertains to oil, yes. And other natural resources.

More groans followed. Fardon held up a hand.

But it also involves something of great importance to us all. Clicking on his armband, a projection of the Middle East surfaced, hovering above the table for the others to view. Russia wants to expand drilling prospects for oil in the region which encroaches on sacred archeological sites and relics. With their expansion threats, there’s the possibility of them compromising or destroying valuable history. And their demands should not be taken lightly. They threaten war once again if they cannot expand. They’ve no regard for the relics. You can see why this could be an issue that requires our attention.

Sir Gaius suddenly held up a hand. Fardon looked toward the man, listening.

Young Gaius, you’ve noticed something that pertains to this subject, the Elder stated, looking at his grandson.

Gaius III nodded, not fazed by his grandfather’s prediction. Yes. I was with Dovian and Orin outside the timeline. We gazed upon the planet a moment. The West is testing nuclear weapons once again as we speak.

You are sure of this? Narita asked over the aggravated murmurs and sighs of the surrounding Sorcēarians.

As sure as my eyes saw the mushroom shape. He looked at Fardon. Ask your grandson, Fardon. Orin has your sight. He noticed it as well.

Fardon placed his hands on the table. He took a deep breath and widened his eyes, his pupils enlarging, the amber streaks swirling toward the center. He focused a moment. Young Gaius is correct. The West has once again begun testing nuclear weaponry in response to Russia’s threats.

The room hissed. Even the Elder Gaius sighed in irritation. He held up a hand once again. I will attend the next World Council meeting.

But Sir Gaius, the meeting isn’t until the end of the month, Fardon stated, surprised.

Just then, an alarm chimed on every armband in the room.

The Elder Gaius smiled. It seems an emergency meeting was scheduled for tomorrow morning. I will present myself to discuss this matter as it is the highlighting subject.

There were a few chuckles around the room at Gaius’ keen premonition.

He continued, I will assume the Board of Elders agrees to my attendance and trusts my opinion on the subject.

A unanimous murmur of agreement followed.

Then I will follow through with my plans. I declare this meeting… he paused. His face fell as he looked at his grandson. Where is Dovian?

What? Gaius III quickly raised, his chair toppling over.

Trouble is about to occur, the older Sorcēarian muttered.

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Watch this! Euclid shouted.

Orin and Dovian jumped from their perches in the apple trees. Euclid hid behind a large basket full of fruit, crouched low to the ground. The two boys joined his side.

What? What? Orin excitedly asked.

Dovian kneeled beside Euclid, eyeing the apple between his feet. Euclid gave a mischievous grin and held out his hands.

Yesterday, I snuck into the training facility, Euclid whispered.

What?! How’d you do that? Orin leaned in close.

Euclid tilted his head. I…have my ways.

You could get in big trouble for that. What if you had gotten hurt? Dovian asked.

The black-haired boy shrugged. I could’ve gotten away before that happened.

Dovian opened his mouth to ask more questions, but Orin pushed him to the side in excitement.

What’d you see?! Was it amazing? Orin shouted.

It was…interesting.

What’d they do? Orin pried.

Well, they were blasting each other with…wind. Euclid’s brow furrowed as he tried to explain.

Wind? Orin cocked his head.

Erm, just let me show you! Euclid rolled up his sleeves.

Concentrating, the raven-haired boy glared at the apple, his hands hovering above it. Curling in his lip, he gave a short growl. The red fruit lifted off the ground a moment later, spiraling in a circle. Euclid watched it, moving his hands to the side without touching it. The apple held its place in the air.

Wow! Dovian and Orin both clapped their hands.

That’s nothing! Euclid sneered. Pushing his hands forward, he snarled again, and the apple violently shot forward, smashing to pieces against a tree across the row.

Holy! Orin leaped to his feet. Show me how! Show me how!

Dovian eyed the smashed pieces sliding down the tree trunk. He was mesmerized. His father had shown him a few things about energy control, but nothing like that. Eager to learn, he snatched up an apple himself.

I want to learn, he quietly stated.

Euclid nodded and began his lesson. Together the three boys practiced focusing their mind’s energy on the apples. They watched their fruit, imagined how the apples felt, and pushed the energy from their heads through their arms and fingertips. Orin’s sight allowed him the vision to see the energy flow around his fingers and the red fruit. As usual, he caught on quickly. Dovian, however, remained timid. He was nervous about facilitating the use of his power in the orchard. For some reason, his father never wanted him to practice it without his supervision.

Look! I’m doing it! Orin screamed. Twirling, he tossed an apple across the orchard.

Euclid followed his actions. Now you got it!

Dovian frowned. His apple barely levitated off the ground.

What’s wrong, Dovian? Can you not get it? Orin asked.

Euclid stopped and turned toward the frustrated boy. Aw, come on! It’s not that hard! Laughing, he threw an apple toward Dovian, hitting him in the chest.

Ow! That kind of hurt. Dovian palmed his robes.

You got to focus! Euclid said, throwing another apple in Dovian’s direction.

Hey! he dodged the fruit this time.

Orin laughed, joining in on the fun. Food fight! With his power, he flung an apple at the silver-haired boy as well.

Ow! Quit it! Dovian stepped back away from the tree line.

Come on, Dovian! Throw one at us! Euclid shouted.

Yeah! You can do it! Orin added.

Alternating, the two boys continued to use their energy to toss apples at Dovian as he stepped further and further away. Some he dodged. Others hit him in the chest, stomach, and legs. Dovian held out his hands, struggling to concentrate on the apples. Maybe the boys would leave him alone if he could throw just one.

Aw, he’s getting too far away. I don’t think I can throw that far, Orin mumbled, breathing heavily.

Euclid narrowed his eyes. Watch and learn.

Holding his arms out to the side, Euclid lifted a dozen apples.

Dovian’s eyes widened. Hey! That’s not fair, Euclid!

Euclid giggled, throwing his arms forward. The fruit flew towards Dovian at an unreadable speed in a blur of red. They hammered against the boy, bursting to pieces.

OW! Quit it! Dovian screamed, covering his head. Shaking out his robes, he looked over his shoulder. He had backed away from the orchard and was only a few feet away from the cliffside.

Orin tugged on Euclid’s sleeve. Careful. He’s really close to the ledge.

He’s gotta learn somehow! Euclid shouted, raising another half dozen.

If he backs up again, he could fall! Orin protested.

He’s not gonna fall! He’s not that stupid! Euclid rolled his eyes.

Don’t do it, Euclid! Dovian yelled.

Pick up an apple and throw it at me, Dovian! If you can throw one, I’ll stop! the boy shouted back. He tossed one after another in sequence toward the frustrated boy.

One apple pegged Dovian in the stomach, pushing the wind out of him. The next hit his chest. The third smacked him right in the face, and the boy had had enough. Balling his hands into fists, Dovian glared at Euclid. At that moment, he didn’t much care for that little boy. Dovian thought Euclid was careless and dangerous. Also, he suddenly hated apples. Focusing on his hate, Dovian took a deep breath.

I said to QUIT IT! he screamed as he threw his arms forward.

All the surrounding apples shot toward the other boys in a flurry. A shockwave cracked the earth beneath Dovian’s feet. With a boom, the nearby trees creaked, their leaves and apples pulling away from their branches, and Orin and Euclid were sent sprawling onto their backs.

Dovian remained in his place, breathing heavily. His eyes were aflame, burning with a blue brilliance. He stared at the two boys as they groaned on the ground.

Holy… Orin whimpered. Didn’t see that one coming.

Euclid lifted his head, giving a crooked grin to Dovian. See? he asked, wincing in pain. I told you…you could do it. You just gotta get mad.

Dovian sighed, his shoulders slumping. Suddenly, he didn’t feel as angry as much as he felt drained.

An abrupt jolt frightened the boy. With a rumble, the cracked ground beneath Dovian’s feet began to separate and chunk away from the cliffside. He leaned forward, dropping to his hands and knees, giving an unsure cry.

Euclid pushed to his feet, running toward Dovian. Orin! Help! he screamed over his shoulder.

Dovian snatched the grass, his body teetering further over the edge. He looked back, his sight moving from the sky to the horizon to the valley a hundred feet below. He couldn’t move, didn’t know what else to do. So, he fell. Dropping over the cliffside, Dovian reached up toward Euclid as the boy leaned over the side, but he was too late. A moment later, Orin was beside Euclid, mouth agape. Dovian could hear the boys’ screams, which quickly merged with the howling wind in his ears. He didn’t make a sound but reached up, hoping someone would grasp his hand. Soon, the boys were nothing more than a pair of tiny dots, and Dovian heard a loud crack as he collided with the rocky bottom.

What are we going to do?! What are we going to do?! Orin shouted over and over again, tears welling in his eyes.

Euclid gaped at the valley below. Dovian’s body smashed into the ground, and a large red pool had splattered around him.

He’s dead, Euclid whispered, his eyes widening.

No! Orin bawled.

He’s dead, he repeated.

What happened?! A booming voice called out.

Euclid and Orin spun onto their backsides, their mouths hanging open. Dovian’s father rushed toward them; the other fathers were not far behind. In the back was Sir Gaius. He walked more calmly toward them, but his expression remained severe.

Dovian! He…he fell! Dovian fell! Orin stammered.

It was an accident! We didn’t mean to! Euclid sputtered.

Gaius III’s face immediately paled. He didn’t stop at the ledge but jumped over it, his white wings sprouting from his back. He spiraled down toward the bottom, his eyes locked onto the broken body and stain on the ground. He gritted his teeth, threatening to crack them to pieces. An explosion of noise occurred as he landed.

Dov… he said with a gasp.

Gaius III dropped to his knees beside the boy, staring at the cliffside. He couldn’t bear to look at his child. Shaking, he covered his mouth, letting out a groan.

Dovian’s body was smashed and twisted. Gaius III could feel the blood soaking his robes. The man didn’t budge and kept his sight fixed on the rock wall, his hand locked against his lips. His breaths grew uneven as he breathed through his nose, a moan escaping sporadically. No thoughts, just erratic breathing.

He dared a fleeting glance. The image of the boy’s blank, wide-eyed expression burned into his mind. Gaius gasped, looking ahead again.

No, he whispered harshly against his hand. Choking, he groaned. NO!

Another man landed softly at the base of the cliff. It was his grandfather; he could feel the breeze of his wings.

Young Gaius, the older man whispered.

The sound of his grandfather’s voice set him off.

AHH! NO! Dovian’s father roared. This did not just happen!

Sir Gaius gently placed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder. Listen to me, he gently spoke.

Young Gaius refused, shaking his head back and forth. He kept his hand clamped over his mouth; his eyes squeezed shut.

I want you to calm down for one moment. Can you do that? Elder Gaius asked.

Calm… Gaius III growled, …down? He dropped his hand and turned his fiery glare toward his grandfather. "My child has smashed into the ground, and you want me to calm down?!"

Elder Gaius locked eyes with his grandson’s. His glare fixed the younger man in his place. That’s what I said, was it not?

Gaius III tried to tear his gaze away.

Don’t you dare look at that boy once more, you hear me? the Elder shouted.

Young Gaius’ lower lip trembled, two tears dropping from his eyes. But why? He’s my boy. I need to see him.

Elder Gaius moved his attention to Dovian only for a moment. You will get to see him, he whispered. Just give him some time.

Dovian’s father laughed. It was a crazed sound as he sobbed. Give him? Give him time? Are…are you mad?

Elder Gaius looked back once again, and a crooked smirk formed on his lips. Only partially.

Gaius III noticed his grandfather’s smile, and he tore his sight away. Looking over his shoulder at Dovian’s body, the grown man expelled a loud wail. Ah! My boy!

Lying in a puddle of blood, Dovian struggled to move. The child appeared confused, if not slightly irritated. At the sound of his father’s voice, he winced.