Summary: The fifth Encounter.
"Alright there, Kiddo?" Caelen asked as he stopped the truck he'd bought a few days ago for his trip to Florida.
The boy rubbed his eyes and Caelen frowned at the boy, what was he doing walking down the Interstate so late at night?
"I'm fine." The boy said firmly.
"I'm heading down to Florida, need a lift?" Caelen offered, not sure that boy would accept.
The boy was silent as he looked at him with those piercing eyes of his and then the child was scrambling up into the car.
"Thank you." The boy muttered and then he was drifting off to sleep as the truck ambled down the road.
Caelen watched the boy sleep and when he began to wake settled a layer of magic over him to allow the boy to rest a bit longer, there was no reason for the boy to wake, he was safe and would be for as long as Caelen could keep the boy in sight.
In West Virginia he finally allowed the boy to wake, stopping at diner and getting them both breakfast and he chose to ignore the coos of a couple of women about a father taking his son out and giving his wife a break.
"Thanks for the lift." The boy said as he collected his things from the truck.
Caelen wanted to protest the child's leaving but before he could get a word out the boy was walking away.
Caelen had no doubt he'd see the boy again, a trace of his magic upon him, if he ever needed aide a nearby Warlock would be compelled to help him, Caelen had weaved many such magics before, the greatest of which usually made sure that no child like the young boy existed, he was not sure why the boy had not found the Room before he'd gotten his Runes but there was nothing for it now but to try to keep him alive if not safe and he would not break that promise, not for anything.