Sylvan Academy

Chapter 1

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From the moment Lucius had been born he had been an anomaly. His crystal grey eyes had looked up intelligently towards his father as the midwives all took in deep breaths of shock at the live baby boy. As it would later turn out the boy was supposed to die at birth. Even later it would be uncovered that the midwives were servants of the evil Marcus Valar, the King of Valren, and were slowly poisoning Lucius's mother in order to kill the child inside her, but miraculously the little elfling had survived, unlike his mother. The next anomaly was his mysterious silence, the boy would rarely speak when outside the castle walls, the citizens of Adonia were honored to hear the melodious voice of their prince only during the Winter and Spring Solstices when the boy was required to speak his part in the rituals. Those who knew the boy had said that the boy rarely spoke even when inside the castle, he never asked for anything nor did he comment during the audiences even when it was obvious the boy was furious at what was going on. The  reason the boy was silent were unknown to anyone other than the boy. The last and most important anomaly about him was the fact that on his shoulder sat a huge silver hawk. Now, elves were a race of beings who were not strangers to animal companions but this hawk looked to be made of pure silver, it's wings shone brightly in the light of the sun whenever it graced the populus of Adonia with its' presence, much like it did today to the shock of everyone. The entire kingdom had watched in shock as the bird flew from somewhere in the east, its' master nowhere to be found. The large hawk slowly circled the castle a few times before releasing a ghastly screech, suddenly a feeling of dread encompassed the entire kingdom; something was happening, something that would change everything.

Meanwhile inside the walls of the monstrous castle, Lucius stood outside his father's study, his cloak wrapping comfortingly around him. His jaw clenched in restrain as he, once more, heard a scream come from inside. He understood that there was nothing to be done. If he interrupted, his father's fury would be on him instead of whatever poor soul was inside, but still his arm twitched towards the hidden dagger in his sleeve. He flinched as another scream resounded from the closed room, still he waited outside the wooden door. If he left, he would have disobeyed his father and that was much worse than standing here and listening to the screams, he knew from experience. The longer he stood in front of the maroon door the louder the screams resounded in his head. He swore to himself that he would never do such a thing when he became king, he would be just and merciful, someone the people loved, not feared. He shifted his lithe frame as a ghastly screech resounded from outside the walls of the castle he called home. Darion had returned and judging by the screech, the news was bad. As another screech resounded outside, the door in front of him swung open.

Lucius's silver hair danced in the slight breeze as his eye's met his father's bloodthirsty gaze for a moment. Lucius noted in the moment that his own eyes seemed to be an exact replica of his father's, a thought which brought shivers down his spine.

"Get in" His father's short tone pierced the air around them, as he gestured inside, as if the screams from a few seconds ago were nothing but Lucius's imagination.

With a bowed head Lucius's followed his father into the deceivingly welcoming study. The walls were covered in soft fabrics, the floor covered in a soft white bearskin. In the center of the room, as was customary, stood a sturdy desk, to the left of which a fire burned in a fireplace while on the right an armchair made of the softest silks and furs stood near a huge bookcase filled with books of all topics. As curious as he was, Lucius dared to glance at the new addition to the room, the poor groaning man who lay in the dark back corner of the room, but the regret came almost as soon as the bile began rising up his throat, if not sooner. His eyes began to water slightly as he tried to keep himself from heaving up the meal he had this morning.