"Come on Roy, come on Lilina!" I shouted, running through the garden.
"Wait up, Arthur! You're faster than us!" Roy said.
"Yeah, just because you are built for stamina doesn't mean you can run faster than us!" Lilina replied.
"That just shows to go that you both need to train up." I replied.
I was running through the garden with Roy and Lilina, when I saw Father speaking to Uncle Jaffar and Aunt Nino. I stopped, letting Roy and Lilina run into me.
"What's wrong brother?" Roy asked, helping Lilina up.
"You- you guys go play. I'm going to go find out." I replied.
I walked over towards them, and Aunt Nino and Uncle Jaffar looked over towards me. Father turned around, and also gave me a sigh of sadness.
"Father, why did you sigh? Uncle Jaffar, Aunt Nino, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"We've come to say goodbye to your father, little mage. Your Aunt Nino and I are going to go somewhere, and we don't know how long we will be away." Uncle Jaffar said.
"Going away? Oh. Will you come back?" I asked.
"Yes, Arthur. We will be back, and just to make sure we are coming back-" Aunt Nino said, reaching into her satchel.
She pulled out a small book, and handed it to me. It was a green book, with a picture of the wind identification on it. I looked at it with wide eyes.
"But Aunt Nino! This is your favorite tome! I can't take this!" I said.
"Think of it as a promise that we will come back. Plus, I think your trained enough to use it, considering your father's instructors giving you lessons." she replied.
I looked at the tome, and then looked at Aunt Nino and Uncle Jaffar. They both treated me like I was their child, and now I had something of theirs, like it was my inheritance. I hugged them both, placing my head in between them.
"I'm going to miss you both. Please, stay safe." I said, running away with the wind tome.
Ten years later
Roy and I gathered our soldiers after battling the bandits, and Roy and I went to go make sure that Lilina and Father were okay. Roy was fidgeting, Father was ill and Lilina was hiding because she did not want to be targeted.
"Can you stop fretting over Father and Lilina, Roy?" I asked, looking at him. He gave me a weird pout, and looked downward.
"I'm sorry- I'm just really worried about what is going on. I really hope they are both okay." Roy said.
As we entered the room, Lilina rushed over to hug both Roy and I, and knowing that she was okay took a weight off my shoulders, and probably Roy's as well.
"I'm glad that you are both safe! I was worrying sick over your safety, you two!" Lilina said.
"Well, we are fine now, Lilina." Roy said.
"Roy, Arthur, I'm sorry for worrying you both." Father said in the distance.
I ran over to him, and so did Roy after.
"It's fine, I'm glad that Roy was able to come back from Ostia in time, Pherae probably wouldn't have been able to make it if he wasn't here." I said.
"Yes, I'm sorry that I had to pull you out of your studies early, my son." he replied.
"There's no need to be Father, you needed my help, I'm glad I was able to make it in time." Roy replied.
"Yes, but there's a problem. As you know, I am ill, which means I cannot lead the army to Araphan for the Lycian Alliance. So in return, I want you to lead it." But he's fifteen! And I'm older, why am I not leading it? "Arthur, you will serve as his tactician in case any fighting is made in the future. War is inevitable."
"Yes, Father." I really didn't want to be a tactician, but I guess that's what I was going to end up as.
"I want to go with you guys!" Lilina said. Oh no, I'm not trying to have both fifteen-year-old children trying to come with me. I don't care if they are crushing on each other and they don't know it.
"No, Lilina. You need to return to Ostia. They need you there." Father replied. Thank you, Father, for talking sense to them.
"Hmph. Fiiiine, I'll go to Ostia." Lilina said.
"I'll go gather the troops for us to depart, Arthur. Meet me there soon, alright?" Roy said.
"Yes, make sure Lilina has an escort." I replied.
As Roy and Lilina left the room, I turned towards Father. There was no way possible that he was going to die, but I couldn't think like that.
"Arthur. There's- there's something I need to tell you." he said.
"What is it, Father?" I asked.
"I- I am actually not your father." WHAT? That's, how! "You're the eldest son of your Aunt Nino and Uncle Jaffar." Uncle Jaffar and Aunt Nino? I- I don't know what to say.
"But, what? How is that possible?" I asked. I didn't understand how I was related to them, and why the left me with Father.
"Your mother and father in the beginning, didn't want people to come after their baby, because of their reputation. That is why they left you with Ninian and I." They didn't want me to die? "That is why you have your Jaffar's colored hair, strength, and speed and Nino's magic capabilities." Well, that would explain why I didn't have Roy and Fath- Uncle Eliwood's hair color. "But, there is one more thing they wanted me to give you when they thought it was time." He said.
Wait, one more thing? They had something else to give me? Fath- no, Uncle Eliwood pointed over to the desk drawer, and I looked over towards it.
"In their, your mother and father decided to write you a letter each, and in their is something special, belonging to you." he said.
A letter each, and something belonging to me? I went over towards the draw, opening it. There was a small box, and in it as well was inscribed as NJA. Nino, Jaffar, Arthur, huh? I opened the box, and I saw the two letters, but also inside was a necklace, it was made of silver, and the medallion itself was a black metal, in the former of an angel, with emeralds embedded into the hands, feet, and eyes. I felt, a strange attachment to it.
"They told me it was a necklace made for your birth. A necklace made for the child of the Angel of Death and Pious Mage of Emerald." Cool, this was... a really cool necklace. "Now, go. Wear that necklace and help Roy through his journey. He will need your skills. Go, my nephew." Uncle Eliwood said.
"I will not fail you, Uncle Eliwood. I will give my life to protect him, as you would either of us." I said, running out the door.
