The sun was high and the wind gentle on the day Faelan was called by Cassie. He put on his lucky coat and ate his breakfast quickly.
“Today’s a big day, Faelan,” said his mother, Colleen. Her face glowed with pride as she cooked. “My little boy is being called for a Mage’s gathering. I always knew you’d be big and important. Now eat up!”
“I don’t know how you can be so bleedin’ ‘appy about our youngest going out and doing gods-know-what,” injected his father, Liam. “Don’t you understand how incredibly dangerous this is, woman!?”
“Of course I do but… I just want Faelan to use his gift and make the world a better place. Don’t you want the Sire gone?”
“Of course I bloody do! But-“
“Will you both shut up!?” Faelan interrupted. “I’m going for my own reasons and that’s the end of it, dad!”
“Well excuse me for caring whether or not you live or die!” With that Liam stormed out of the room.
“I’m sorry, mum. I shouldn’t have shouted like that.” He got up and hugged his mother.
“It’s alright, Fae. Now go say goodbye to your brother before you forget.”
He left the room to go pack his things. He had just finished putting his bag on his shoulder when he noticed a tall, broad figure blocking the doorway. “Hey Aidan.”
“Well Fae, it looks like you’re not coming back for a while now then. Jealous that I’m going to have my pick of the girls in the village?”
“You prat. Maybe the girl who got kicked by the horse,” Faelan said cheekily.
“You watch it then little brother. Just ‘cause you can cast some little fireballs doesn’t mean I can’t kick your arse.” The three minutes of wrestling that followed was inevitable after that. Aidan, being the older and more physically-gifted of them, got the upper hand and won the match for the sixth time in a row. “Now if you’re done being a shitehead, I got somethin’ for ya.”
“What’s that? Another wet-willie?”
“I’m being serious here!” he shouted. Aidan then pulled out a large dagger from the back of his belt. It was of good-quality, or least as good as a village blacksmith could make. What was more important was the handle of the blade which was hand-carved wood. A small Celtic Knot was engraved at the bottom of the handle. “I’m only gonna say this once Faelan, so pay attention. This knife cost me a month’s pay, so come home with it or not at all. Understand?”
“Yeah,” Faelan said meekly. He couldn’t muster up any other words to express his surprise and gratitude.
“I love ya, brother,” Aidan said as he helped Faelan up.
“I love ya too,” Faelan replied as he hugged his brother.
“Alright! That’s enough of that there. Get outta here already!”
Faelan laughed as he left the room. After saying goodbye to his mother one last time, he left his house and left on his great journey.
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