The white sheep of the family
Staying quiet as Abasi went through the few things he knew about Loren, he sighed at the end of it. Taking a sip of his tea in the hopes that it would steady his nerves, he found his foot tapping nervously until he stilled it. Biting his lip, he took a deep breath. ”I come from a very old family.” His voice was barely above a whisper. When he opened his eyes, they were haunted and distant.
As he continued, his tone was still soft and filled with sorrow. ”We were always magical, always powerful. Although we were faithful servants of the crown, they grew...I don’t know. Jealous? Nervous about our political and magical power?” The summoner shrugged to indicate that the details were lost to time. ”So my ancestors and the royals made a deal. They bound us, by blood and magic, to be fully obedient to the crown’s orders, to always act in the crown’s best interests, and to never harm a member of the royal bloodline.” Tapping the edge of his cup, he found his eyes grow tearful, though he refused to let them fall.
”The oath only triggered in those with magic, so my family...bred magicians. Those without magic were...they were enslaved to their magical brethren.” He shuddered at the memory of his poor kin, the few who were worse off than him. ”The cur...the oath demanded total obedience. A careless insult, or a stubborn refusal would...it would kill us instantly.” Now his voice came out as a half-choked sob. ”So they instilled complete and total obedience in their children.”
As he continued, his tone was still soft and filled with sorrow. ”We were always magical, always powerful. Although we were faithful servants of the crown, they grew...I don’t know. Jealous? Nervous about our political and magical power?” The summoner shrugged to indicate that the details were lost to time. ”So my ancestors and the royals made a deal. They bound us, by blood and magic, to be fully obedient to the crown’s orders, to always act in the crown’s best interests, and to never harm a member of the royal bloodline.” Tapping the edge of his cup, he found his eyes grow tearful, though he refused to let them fall.
”The oath only triggered in those with magic, so my family...bred magicians. Those without magic were...they were enslaved to their magical brethren.” He shuddered at the memory of his poor kin, the few who were worse off than him. ”The cur...the oath demanded total obedience. A careless insult, or a stubborn refusal would...it would kill us instantly.” Now his voice came out as a half-choked sob. ”So they instilled complete and total obedience in their children.”
Will blood tell
