(Chapter 6)
Walter was sitting at the Ye Quill & Quandry. He was comforting the poor mother who had lost her child.
"I remember when she would chase the chickens around. She would cluck like she was one of them."
"I am sure Jake found your daughter." Walter said.
"Found? Yes. Alive? No. I have lost all faith, Sir Walter. I know your younger friend meant well. He has been gone for days. There is little chance my daughter or even Jake is alive. It was suicide." Tears stung her eyes but she could cry no more. She was completely broken. Hollow. Empty. She could say she didn't care anymore but she wasn't ready to say it.
"I have reason to doubt you, Christina." He placed his hand on her shoulder.
"What makes you so hopeful?"
"I am hopeful because Jake is not your everyday man. He is a Hero."
She looked at him almost insulted.
"Those are just stories. Albion's last hero died twelve years ago."
"You are wrong. He has his fathers blood inside him. He is his fathers spitting image."
"We will see." She ordered another beer to drown her sorrows.
"You should take it easy. You've had four pints." Walter said full of concern.
"It helps numb the pain. Have you ever lost a child Sir Walter?"
"I have no child. Jake is the closest person to a child to me. I raised him when he was a toddler. His poor mother could not raise him or watch him grow up. Jake doesn't remember his father or his mother."
"They both died young?"
"Jake's father was the first King of Albion but he was already showing signs of age. He and his wife had Logan, then Jake twelve years later."
"Why such an age difference?" Christina was suddenly interested in Jake's past.
"I'm not entirely sure. I was a still soldier before Jake was born. About a few months later King Jake asked me to be his advisor. Jake was born and the King passed away. It may have been due to illness but we will never know because he kept his illnesses to himself. I believe it might have been from dealing with the Spire for ten years. Unable to endure the loss of her husband the Queen died two years later leaving Logan to be King and little Jake not knowing who his parents were. I raised him to the best of my abilities. The way I thought King Jake would have raised him but I'm an old soldier who never held a baby. Thank goodness there were nanny's to help me out." He let out a chuckle.
"So how do you know Jake is a Hero? And how do you know for sure Logan isn't?" She said taking another sip of her beer.
"I really wasn't sure Logan wasn't a Hero. He hardly ever listened to me anyway after his voyage to Aurora. I trained Jake in swordsmanship because he was young and was easier to teach since Logan sheltered him off from the rest of Albion. I could train him and he wouldn't be distracted by too much. He learned quickly in hand to hand combat. Then I proceeded to use swords. Everything I trained him in he became flawless at. Swords, pistols, boxing. It all came natural to him. I began to wonder if he was a Hero. My suspicions were confirmed when he was able to use magic the night we escaped the castle. So you see, Christina, Jake is no ordinary man." He smiled trying to convince her.
She looked at her mug. The reflection of her face in the beer began to show a tear.
"But you never lost someone close to you." She cried.
"You just wait. You'll see your daughter. I am sure of it."
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