eyebrow raised, his words slow and deliberate.
Merrick stared at the stranger. He knew Shaz was not a boy anymore and sighed. "I guess Yerild's going to have to wait after all."
Ceros motioned for them to sit and slid in across from them. An unfamiliar feeling took over Shaz’s senses. He searched the room and found that the beaked figure in the opposite corner was no longer there, but he could still feel its presence. He found it skirting around a table of outlaws pretending to talk to them.
"Let me first tell you how pleased I am to finally meet you," Ceros said.
His lips half bent into a well-groomed grin under a dark beard. Shaz's mind circled back to the man sitting in front of him, "Obviously you've not been made aware of your unique situation," Ceros said.
"It was his mother's wishes," Merrick said.
"Not tell me what?"
"Shaz, you've been chosen by the Sun Goddess," Ceros stopped Shaz from asking another question, "You possess special abilities that can assist the Dodjen in their fight against the rising evil in our land."
"Dodjen?" Shaz asked.
Shaz kept the birdman in his periphery as he tried to assimilate the new information.
"The Dodjen are a secret society commissioned of the Sun Goddess. We've been around since the dawn of time. The scales have been tipping ever so slowly towards the darkness since the rise of the wicked necromancer, Gavin Rhill. He leads a large and powerful army called the Velsharoon," Ceros said.
Shaz found himself nodding, as though he already knew this, but how ? He thought.
"You are a literal descendant of The Tooatha De Danann, an ancient people blessed with extraordinary gifts."
"But I don't have any gifts," Shaz said.
The creature was now standing only a few feet away. Shaz wondered why Merrick and Ceros didn't show concern . The pit in his stomach continued to grow, Could they even see it, he wondered.
"Merrick isn't your blood father,” Ceros said. "He raised you as his own, but Reinholt is your blood father and you are the heir to his kingdom."
The words hit Shaz like a ton of bricks.
"But I love you as my own son, Shaz. Believe me," Merrick said. He squeezed his sons shoulder.
Shaz knew he did. He never doubted that, “I know father.” He paused a moment listening to the heavy rain against the small window above him, "Is Reinholt still alive? Where is this kingdom?"
"I know this is a lot to take in. I will answer all of your questions in due time. But let me first tell you of the Sev-Rin-Ac-Lavah."
"The what?"
"The Sev-Rin-Ac-Lavah is four separate ancient artifacts that hold tremendous powers. It’s said when these four items are united they evoke the powers of the universe," Ceros said. His eyes glossed over as though he were looking into the future. Ceros shook his head clear and said, "Gavin Rhill is obsessed with finding the Sev-Rin-Ac-Lavah. He desires to use its powers to become as the God's."
"Is that even possible?" Shaz asked.
"It is, but only a war wizard can do that. You, Shaz, are the only one that can join the Sev-Rin-Ac-Lavah together," Ceros said. "You must destroy Gavin Rhill and the Velsharoon, before he becomes too strong. And destroy the Sev-Rin-Ac-Lava." his words nearly cracked under their own pressure.
Shaz sat through a long silence and asked, "What happens if he becomes too strong?"
"He will destroy the world. You must reunite the Tooatha De with its council of magical creatures so that won’t happen."
"Magical creatures, right," Shaz said.
"This is serious, Shaz. This is real. You'll find out all too soon and you must be ready for it. Oh yes, I almost forgot," Ceros felt around in his various pockets. "This is for you." He pulled out a small blue stone.
"What's this?"
Ceros whispered to the stone in a different language and the stone glowed.
"This is your birth stone. It allows you to inherit the sword, a small part of the Sev-Rin-Ac-Lavah," he handed it to Shaz.
As the stone contacted Shaz's skin, a loud crack erupted from