Khilseith was sitting in his mage tower pouring over some of the ancient texts, looking for more information about the Great Owl Throne. His work area has shelves full of books, potions, empty vials, and rows of scrolls full of magick spells.
A soft knock on his door makes him slam the book closed and bark, “Who disturbs me?”
The door pushes open slowly and the dirty blonde head of his wife’s nephew appears.
“I am so sorry Uncle Khilseith but you said you wanted me to stop by today when I was done with my schooling.” The young boy comes in fully, his head bowed as he answers the older mage.
“Kyrenic! My boy! Yes yes. Come come. Forgive me, time got away from me while I was studying these texts.” He waves Kyrenic in farther and puts his arm around his shoulder.
Kyrenic looks up at his uncle, his deep emerald eyes sparkling in admiration. He had been living with Khilseith and Glynni since he was a youngling when his parents were killed during a battle with the dark elves. Khilseith wasn’t too keen with him at first, but once he realized that Kyrenic had magick ability, his whole attitude changed. Now Kyrenic was allowed to come to Khilseith’s tower, he was able to read through some of the old texts with Khilseith keeping an eye on him of course, and he was even allowed to practice his spells on Khilseith’s servant.
“What are we going to do today Uncle?”
By his tone, Khilseith could tell the boy was excited. He turned and looked down on his nephew. The youngling would be perfect for his future plans. He was very intelligent and was becoming a great mage, even at his young age.
“Well Kyrenic. I wanted to ask you if you would like to become my assistant full time. You have…”
“Really Uncle! Are you serious?” Kyrenic’s eyes widen and shine a bright harlequin green at the prospect of being assistant to, as far as he was concerned, the strongest mage in Galna Alari. His hands fly up to his mouth as his lips form a surprised O as he realizes he interrupted Khilseith. “I…I am so sorry Uncle. Please forgive my enthusiasm. I am just so honored!” He bows his head to Khilseith.
Khilseith takes a deep breath, his right index fingernail scratching the side of his right thumb, to remind himself to not lose his temper, not in front of the one person whose trust he was gaining rapidly.
Using one fingernail, he lifts Kyrenic’s chin so that he’s looking right at him. His blue eyes swirl like an ice storm, just for an instant, then in a blink, they are like a bright blue sky and he gives Kyrenic a grin.
“It is alright Kyrenic. It is not everyday someone gets to assist someone as marvelous as myself. But as I was saying,” he pauses a moment and turns to the table, waving his hand slightly, then reaches into the small gilded chest that suddenly appears. “You have grown so much magickally and I am so glad I have been able to help you with that and to witness it.”
Turning to Kyrenic, he holds out a silver ring with runes engraved around it. “Here. If you accept my offer to be my assistant, place this ring upon your left index finger and swear your fealty to me and ONLY to me. You do this, and I will take care of you and make you powerful beyond your dreams.” He gets a smirk on his face, knowing once that ring was on, Kyrenic would do anything for him, one way or another.
Kyrenic leans forward to look at the ring, hypnotized by the beauty of it. He looks up at Khilseith, his eyebrows raised in surprise, his eyes wide in excitement as he nods emphatically. He licks his lips nervously, and his whole body takes on a soft golden glow as he reaches out to take the ring. All he’s ever wanted was to find a place where he belonged after his parents died, and Khilseith had given him that place.
“I swear allegiance to you Uncle Khilseith. I shall do all you ask of me,” he puts the ring on his finger and a blast of magick encompasses Kyrenic’s body for a moment, surrounding him in a soft red mist, then dissipates as it seeps into his skin, mixing with Kyrenic’s magickal essence. He swallows hard as he adjusts to the new power within him. “And I shall follow you to the death if need be.” He falls to one knee in front of Khilseith, bowing his head.
Khilseith places one well-manicured hand on Kyrenic’s head. “Good. That is what I wanted to hear. Now get up and let us get you some different clothes, we have a lot of work to do and I won’t have my apprentice walking around looking like he’s some commoner.”