Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father!
-Lydia M. Child, Philothea: A Romance, 1836-
The Parting of a Father and Son.
Lord Gathonir sat on his fireside chair watching the flames of the fireplace die slowly. Into the fire he tossed a small brown parchment and watching as the paper slowly wither and disappear in the inferno. He stood up and turned towards a Naridonian standing in the gloom. The man held a knapsack that was flung over his shoulder. The sound of burning embers filled the room of the study as Lord Gathonir gazed at the Naridonian whom was his son. Lord Gathonir's son approached his father as his face was suddenly revealed from the darkness. There was a long pause then suddenly Lord Gathonir's son began to speak
"Father I am sorry to have to leave you but I need to do this in order to save Naridon from utter destruction," Lord Gathonir's aged faced turn towards the ground in sorrow and despair. The color of his eyes showed a grey color that stood for sadness. "Father you will be proud of me?"
Lord Gathonir eyes turned towards his son and gave him a smile of reassurance and said, "I know I will be. Carry out your mission and I shall carry out mine I shall protect the prophecy at all cost,"
"Yes father I know we shall meet again soon,"
"But where will you be going?"
"Into hiding where the omniscient one cannot find me. I shall wait for the one who shall carry out the prophecy once I am in hiding and until then I shall carry out my scheme that would save all of Naridon,"
The two Naridon hugged each other tightly and released each other. Lord Gathonir's son turned towards the door and opened it and was out into the night leaving his Father alone in the dark. Lord Gathonir looked towards the small statue of Jesus that stood there solemnly on the altar. Lord Gathonir gazed at the son of man and began to pray, "1Muse Aronal grondelor ranol,"
1 My savior protect him.