"Sage Julius?" It was the day before Coran's tenth birthday.
"Please, little one. You know I'd rather just be called Julius by you." Coran nodded.
"Julius... Are we g-going to see my m-mother?" Julius sighed.
"Yes... Young Arya. I hope she's doing well. This visit was supposed to be a surprise for both of you."
Coran smiled, and the two of them were quiet once more. The almost ten year old read through their old Lightning tome. Over the years they'd lived with Julius, they learned how to cast the simplest of Light spells, and learned that many others existed (Anima spells such as Fire, Wind, Thunder, Dark spells such as Flux, Nosferatu, Mire...). They would practice their magic, but they found that it was usually destructive for whatever reason.
It was cold, but they didn't mind. Every minute spent in the cold of Ferox, the closer they were to seeing their mother.
Word Count: 153
In which Coran waits patiently for the day they'll meet their mother.
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In a few minutes: Coran celebrates their happiest birthday yet.