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So, this is technically the last chapter of the story! After this, it will be listed as a completed work. However, I do have one-shots connected to this story which I will continue to upload. So please, leave a review and let me know what you think!

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"Alright you two, time for bed. Your mother and I aren't as spry as we used to be."

Lucia chuckled. "Our old bedroom? Beds are gonna be a bit small, aren't they?"

Pa smiled. "Who do you think we are? No, we made sure the beds are sized for adults. Though if you want, I'm sure I could fix that?"

Hroar slapped a hand over Lucia's mouth. "Nope, that's awesome, full-sized beds are great, aren't they sister?" He received a dirty look from the Imperial woman.

Ma giggled. "Okay you two, to bed. We'll see each other in the morning."

Lucia shook Hroar's hand off. "Of course Ma. Love you both."

Ma smiled. "Love you too."

After the confessions of both their parents, life at the Manor became even better, if that was possible. Lucia and Hroar asked their parents about their experiences and adventures, and the two adults seemed pleased to share the truth of their time.

Even with the truth revealed, a sense of normality still clung to the place. Each day, the children still had their lessons. They still had to take care of the animals (they had recently gotten a cow, Hroar called it Moo). And every day, the children tried to have their own little adventures.

One day, they found an altar in a circle of stones near their home. Lucia had run back to the house to try to grab some of their books to decipher the markings on the stones, curious what they meant.

Hroar spent the time trying to climb the stones. He kept falling off of them.

By the end of the day, Lucia had no idea what any of the markings meant, and Hroar had a few new bruises. Lucia got some extra practice with Restoration magic that day.

Another time, the two of them discovered some of their father's spell tomes. Lucia was instantly interested in learning what was inside.

"Just think Hroar! We could turn invisible like Pa!"

Hroar seemed skeptical. "That doesn't seem very practical. What if we only do it partially? Or if it becomes permanent?"

Lucia wasn't bothered by those outcomes. "It can be so useful! You could get away from an enemy whenever you wanted! Or even sneak up on them and get the surprise on them!"

Hroar seemed less critical of the idea now. He nodded, and the two of them started poring over the books.

After the first hour, they were enthusiastic. Lucia tried to remember her lessons from Aisling, and tried to believe in the effects of the spells. But after the second hour, it seemed impossible. How am I supposed to embody nothingness? And what does it mean to think of what "no sound sounds like"?

But the third hour, Hroar decided it wasn't worth it, and went to practice his sword work on the training dummy. Lucia decided to keep trying.

It wasn't until evening that she finally thought she would never accomplish these spells. Just when she thought it was for naught, she heard a small 'pop' sound. "Having trouble?"

She looked up to see Breskan looking at her, a smile on his lips. She gathered herself up before answering. "How am I supposed to think about nothing? All my thoughts keep coming."

Breskan smiled, and replied with "Well, you've learned quite a bit from your mother. How about I show you a thing or two now?"

Before she could answer, Aisling's voice carried from the kitchen. "Dinner is ready!"

Breskan turned to his daughter. "Tomorrow?"

Lucia smiled in response. "Tomorrow."

Soon enough, a year had passed. A year since Lucia had been brought into this odd little family. A year since she had shared meals with a stranger and learned about healing from a kind mage. Almost a year since she had met a boy obsessed with lions. She decided she should do something special.

"Hey Hroar, how good are you with the forge?"

Hroar looked up from a book of tactics he was reading. "I'm alright at it. Why?"

"I think we should make something for Mama and Pa. They've been so great to us, they deserve something in return, don't you think?"

Hroar considered that, and nodded his head. "What're you thinking about making?"

Lucia rested her head in her hand. "I think they'd like something useful, you know? They do so much work, that a fancy piece of jewelry wouldn't be very good to have."

Hroar thought about it, before snapping his fingers. "Daggers! Everyone can use a dagger! It's good in a fight, or cutting bread, or slicing a piece of rope. Whole lots of uses!"

Lucia wasn't sure about all of those reasons, but it sounded good enough to her. "Let's go see what we can do."

The two went down into the forge, glad that their Pa was currently out taking care of chores (the most recent addition was a beehive, apparently so they could have honey). They rooted around in some of the chests, finding steel ingots and strips of leather to work with. Lucia conjured some flames to start the forge's fire, Hroar using all the strength he had to work the bellows. They were lucky that they found a mold for a dagger blade, as it saved them time in making the proper shape. Both of them risked burns more than once, but after a few hours, they had made a pair of daggers, simple but sharp. Proud of their crafting, they took a small piece of leather and wrapped them up, and hurried upstairs.

When they emerged, it was to their parents already sitting at the main table, both of them reading letters and journals of current affairs. The two tried to enter the room looking as innocent as they could. Aisling was the first to notice them.

"Well, I guess you two have been working the forge?"

Her guess surprised them, and they looked at each other. Too late, they realized they were covered in soot. Lucia was the first to recover, and started to approach the table.

"We wanted to make you something."

Hroar stepped forward. "To say thank you!"

Lucia produced the leather bundle, setting it down on the table before their parents. Aisling and Breskan unwrapped it, revealing the pair of daggers. Aisling brought a hand to her mouth, keeping in a gasp. Breskan had tears forming in his eyes. The orc didn't say anything, he simply got up, walked over and hugged them both. Aisling quickly joined the embrace. What she said next would stay with Lucia forever.

"You are the most precious things in our lives. Never forget that."

Her father spoke next. "We love you both."

Lucia hugged them back. Hroar did the same.