Neither Xavien nor his son was seen or heard from for a long time. The first news on May 5, 1290, when the Port Vallyn Herald reported that Xavien had been killed in a tavern brawl. There was no mention of the boy, but shortly after, Fate had a new vision of what would come to pass when that child was grown…
A beautiful, well-built man walked into the large room with a confident stride. His large, rough hand gripped the arm of a woman as he pulled her along. She was a needed sacrifice in his quest to bring a spirit back to life. The woman’s eyes were filled with terror, but his were cold and ruthless.
He paused to glance at the guards who followed him. His gaze flickered to the wall, silently commanding them.
The men were quick to do the his bidding―they knew better then to hesitate. They lined up against the wall and stood ready, waiting until they had further orders.
He continued forward, toward the bloodstained altar. Floating near it, the ghost of a beautiful woman was waiting for him. Her full lips, once red in life but now gray, smiled with excitement as she watched him come closer.
The Heir stopped before her. “Hello, Mother.”
