"When is Papa coming back?" The young Eladrin boy plopped down on his mother's lap and peered at her questioningly. She smiled in response; brushing a loose strand of moon-toned hair out of his eye.
"Your father will return within ample time for your twelfth birthday, so calm yourself Lucens." Lucens' had his mother's amethyst eyes, although he had his father's hair.
"How old are you Mama?"
"Eighty-one." Even though Lucens' widened his eyes and proclaimed how old his mother was, she was actually fairly young for an Eladrin mother. She married young, which was out of tradition.
"How old is Papa?" Lucens' eyes brimmed with curiousity.
"My, my. Aren't you insatiable today? He is one hundred and thirty seven-years old. Now go tuck yourself in; You have a busy day tomorrow." His mother shooed him off to bed while she returned to the book that she was bemused with before the little interuption.
By the time Lucens' woke up, his living room was already filled with the chatter of relatives and famly friends. It was to be expected after all, considering it was his birthday. Lucens ran out, immediatly greeting his family and flying into his father's arms. Lucens' father was in the guard for his village, and had been gone for the past two weeks on an escort mission. But he did promise that he would return home in time for Lucens' birthday. Lucens' was glad to see he kept that promise.
"Happy birthday, my son." Lucens' father's voice betrayed his slender body by being deep and powerful. "Are you ready for your present?" Lucens' head nodded furiously, which made his father chuckle. he walked away for a split second, and retuned with a long sword in hand. "I crafted this myself for you. Lucens' took the sword in his hand. It wasn't anything arcane, as far as Lucens' could tell anyway, but it was still a fairly decent sword. It possessed a sleak, dark sheath and a silver basket-hilt. Lucens' slowly withdrew the blade and spoted his name, in Elven, on both sides. "Do you know what your name means, Lucens?" Lucens paused for a moment, before shaking his head. "It means he who protects everything the light touches."
Lucens' smiled, before he resheathed his new sword. "Papa? Can you teach me how to use this?" Lucens' beged. He had made up his mind. He would join the guard once he became of age, just like his father.