Still getting used the the formatting of Open office...
Creep! How the vine kills the tallest of cedars
Creep! How the insects take over the land.
Creep! How my heart is jaded by fire
Creep! How the oceans take over the sands
Ralph watched his daughter out a small window as she worked to forge the second sword. It was a beautiful sight – nature responding to the young woman's call, the elements joining to create a weapon like no other. Truly hers was a special power, one that he hoped he could hold onto. But for how long?
He could tell he was overworking her, and while he might be opportunistic he was not planning on working her to death. But he could hardly say no to such an offer! So much for just three swords? He wondered just who was behind the order. Dumbledore, that fool? He who must not be named? Ralph shuddered. Fudge, Avery, who?
Below him, the field was bathed in light. A figure in silver was dancing wildly. Were those flames he was seeing? He hated it when she incorporated fire. Once the nearby grass had caught flame...
Ralph shook his head. Perhaps his shop would close for a bit after this order. He needed to cement Rhanna's dependence on him, convince her that she should never leave. She was nearing the age where handling her would be trouble, just like it had been with her mother. She had only stayed with him for Rhanna's sake.
He had not been joking to her about selling her, though he doubted he ever would. While she would command a price, the very nature of her existence would put his own life at risk. No doubt he would be paid off, and then stabbed in the back. If she continued to work for him in this way, however, he would be set for life. Ralph frowned, mulling over other concerns. He would need to find a man who would not mind her company for a few nights to insure the continuance of her bloodline. He himself needed to remarry and hopefully have a son, who could then carry on the family tradition. But that was all in the future -at least as far as Rhanna was concerned. He needed to find himself a wife soon, though finding someone trustworthy would be difficult. He did not especially wish to remarry anyway, not after his last wife. Rhanna's mother had been special beyond comparison, no mere human could take her place.
Frowning, Ralph went downstairs to collect his once again unconscious daughter and the second sword.