A/N: I'm sorry that this is really short, but I'm currently working on the next chapter which will have a huge twist in it
I'm also looking for a Beta reader if anyone is interested.
"Bowen, can I talk to you for a minute?" Udonna asked as he came back with Clare.
"Sure, Mom, what is it?" he asked coming closer, followed by his cousin.
"Alone, please Clare," she said looking behind her son.
"First you tell him to find me, when I didn't go very far, now you tell me to leave?" Clare said raising her voice at the end.
"Clare!" Udonna said to her niece, who could at times get on one's nerves. She got the hint and walked to her room.
"Bowen, sit," Udonna commanded as she moved away from the bookcase.
Bowen wondered if she had moved from there since he left to go find Clare about a half-hour ago.
"I didn't start dinner yet," Udonna said sitting down next to him with a strange looking box that he had never seen before.
Bowen raised his eyebrows at her. Something weird was going on.
"Bowen," his mother began, "I haven't been completely honest with you."
"You think?" He said interrupting her.
"Bowen, please," she continued. "Remember how I said that after the battle I found no trace of your father?"
Bowen nodded, what was going on.
"I actually did find one thing," Udonna said opening the box, pulling out a ring of some sort with a black stone "I found this on the battlefield. It was your father's wedding ring. He never took it off after we got married. It has magical properties which Leanbow had only begun to tap into before he died," tears began to fall from her eyes.
"Mom," Bowen said standing to wipe her eyes.
She pushed him back to his seat, "I'm sorry I waited for so long to show you, but I know that Leanbow would want you to have it. He loved you so much son. I'm sure that somewhere, wherever he is, he is very proud of you," she said, handing Bowen the ring.
"Mom, I can't!" Bowen said trying to hand the ring back to his mother.
Udonna took Bowen's hand that held the ring, and encompassed it in both of her own, gently pushing the ring back into his hand and closing his fingers around the ring. "I'm not changing my mind, Bowen. Take it."
Bowen nodded at his mother, as she dropped his hands. "I…I…I don't know what you want me to say," he said after an awkward pause.
Udonna stood up and walked over the small distance to her son, forcing him to look at her. "Sometimes the best thing to say is nothing at all," she said.
Bowen simply nodded and smiled.
"I'm going to go make a salad for dinner, why don't you go train or practice spells or something, and I'll you when it's ready," Udonna said releasing her son.
Bowen got up and sauntered to his room and shut the door. He laid face up on his bed holding the ring up and just looking at it. It had a faint covering of dirt on it, probably nineteen years old from where his father probably dropped it. As he was holding it, he could feel the magic running through it, he felt that he could feel his father's love for him through the ring. But that seemed strange, how can one feel the presence of another who had been dead for nineteen years who you could barely remember. Bowen nearly dropped the ring at the sound of a bird outside who destroyed his moment of solitude, but it strangely enough landed on his chest right where his heart is. Bowen put his hand around the ring, and just laid there for a few moments wondering how life would be different if his father were there. It would be nice having a father figure there, his mother had always been there for him, but having his father around would be a much different story.
Bowen picked the ring off of his chest and gazed it some more, taking in the shape of it, the size of it, the color of it. He put it on his finger, and got a feeling of longing and sadness, the ring was big for him. His father must have had large hands to have a ring that size, he thought.
"Bowen, Clare, dinner!" Udonna yelled from the common room.
Bowen knew how much the ring meant to his mother. He walked over to his dresser and saw that he had a pennant on a leather string sitting there, a gift to him from a troll who he helped free when he got trapped in some sort of hole, who had long since died. He picked up the necklace, took off the pennant, and put his father's ring on the strap and put it around his neck. He momentarily felt something, like a boost of power or another magical thing. He turned to walk out of his room, stopping momentarily to look at himself in the mirror. Pushing down his hair he walked towards dinner.
Meanwhile a purple clad warrior felt weaker all of the sudden, he didn't know what it was. He walked around the depths of the underworld, when all of the sudden he got a vision in his head of a red-haired women, a black ring, and a baby boy wrapped in a red blanket. What was going on?