LOREN
Phoebe’s response was amusing, not that Loren would ever tell her that. Still, he grinned at her tone when she expressed confusion about him wanting to be a student. ”I do. What, did you expect me to ask for a faculty position?” His smile slipped away when she brought up his family, however. ”Why not? What did all that power get us?” He frowned, deeply saddened at how far his kin had fallen in such a short time. ”They’re all dead, or missing. I and a few children, who are understandably avoiding me, and an adopted man who flinches at his own shadow, are the only ones left. I don't know how magic can help any of us now. And power corrupted the queen, it seemed, before her disappearance, though power of a different sort.” Shaking his head, he tried not to let the tears that formed in his eyes fall. He had cried too much of late.”So yes, I want to be a student. I want to study how I can help people, instead of hurt them. Maybe if I do that, I can find a better ideal than power for me and my remaining family to uphold. Because our power and our pride destroyed us in the end.” The old ways had driven Loren away to begin with and then ruined the Launceleyn's reputation in the Hollowed Ground. If the summoner wanted to have any chance of changing the legacy that he had not asked for and yet had somehow been thrust upon him, he needed to find a way to break the cycle of the past. Hopefully the healer could understand that. ”Besides, it doesn’t exactly sound like you can afford to be turning away students.”
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
