Moren panted as she ducked under her Uncle's attack and stepped back to find a new avenue to attack him. She ignored the sweat running down her face as she slowly circled her opponent, looking for an opening. "Not going to fall for your feint again, Uncle." She said with a slight grin on her face. "You made the same feint twice this morning."
Jace let out a low chuckle. "I was seeing if you were paying attention," He said in an amused tone before switching into a new stance. "Let's see how you handle this."
A curse flew from Moren's lips as she braced herself for what she knew was coming next. Jace, her opponent, had finished his testing phase and was ready to launch an attack. The tension in the air crackled with electricity as their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills. Moren could almost feel the energy radiating off of Jace as he prepared to strike. She took a deep breath and readied herself for the fight ahead.
The past seven months had been incredible in the amount of changes to her life since her escape from Stormhaven and her horrible birth parents, as she now referred to them. Despite her Aunt and Uncle's busy lifestyle, they always made time for their children and Moren. Morning training had become a family activity they all enjoyed, and Heiko and Jace took turns sparing and teaching Moren different subjects.
Moren's transformation was nothing short of astonishing. The once hurt and oppressed girl had blossomed into a fierce, unstoppable woman. Her eyes blazed with determination, and her movements exuded confidence, a far cry from the broken spirit she once was. She radiated strength and power, ready to take on anything that stood in her way.
In the bustling city of Ethos, Mika kept her promise to Moren and arranged a weekly lunch for her to spend time with her mother and future sister-in-law. Each week, Veska would lead them to a new and unique restaurant, each one more delicious than the last. They even took a day to help Rose try on wedding dresses, giggling and swapping stories as they perused through racks of beautiful gowns.
Sometimes, Heiko would join in on the fun, and her warm smile and easy laughter made her an instant favorite among the group. It was the perfect way for Moren to bond with his new family and for Mika to show how much she cared about her loved ones.
Heiko was constantly on guard, keeping a close watch on every ship arriving from Draumengard. She was primarily focused on those coming from Stormhaven, determined to prevent any of Vifra's agents from sneaking into Ethos to target Moren or Mika.
Moren grew tired of her long hair getting in her eyes when her hair tie snapped or came loose, so she decided it was time for a haircut. Heiko and Mika took her to a salon to have her hair cut properly to shoulder length and had to agree that the new hairstyle looked good on her. Moren had also been invited to attend a few official events to allow Jace and Heiko to introduce their niece to several well-known families with children near her age to see if they could find someone who interested her romantically.
She had made a few friends but so far had not found anyone that took her breath away. Moren smiled at her family's not-so-subtle attempts to set her up with 'random' introductions, but she was not in any hurry at the moment to try seeing someone.
"Need to be quicker than that!" Jace boomed, getting Moren's attention as he batted away her spear with his shield and brought his sword down for a strike to the chest. Moren attempted to avoid the strike but was too slow to react, and the blow landed. She let out a grunt of pain before stumbling back and holding her chest with a grimace. "That is the match."
"Ow," Moren grunted and held the left side of her chest. "I feel like I'll never catch up to you, Uncle Jace." She said with a sigh. "Every time I figure you out and start to catch up with you, you change it up, and I end up losing." Moren's chest was throbbing, aching from the strike that landed on her during the spar. She could feel the sting of her skin where the sword had made contact.
"You'll get there, kiddo," Jace said, lowering his training sword and moving it toward the ground. "You are doing splendidly, and don't let these losses make you think any differently." He gave her an encouraging smile. "I have two decades of experience on you, Momo. It is going to take longer than a few months to beat me." After placing his practice weapon and shield on the wall, Jace walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Not only that, but you are doing quite well with your studies, which most Paladin hopefuls struggle with."
Moren let a hint of a smile cross her lips as she enjoyed learning about the Order of the Rose.
Moren had been brought to the family prayer room, where various gods were worshipped. The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with incense and old whispers. Candles flickered along carved alcoves where icons and relics of various deities rested. Each corner of the prayer room seemed to hum with quiet power. But Moren's eyes were drawn to the far wall, where the shrine of Nyxia stood cloaked in shadow and violet flame. A dark veil of sheer fabric hung before it, rippling slightly despite the stillness of the air.
Heiko prayed to Nyxia, the Obsidian Veil, the goddess of fate and death, since she was a child. She knelt there, her hands folded with practiced grace, lips moving in a silent prayer. The obsidian charm around her neck glinted faintly as if responding to the goddess's unseen gaze.
Moren turned slightly as the heavy wooden door creaked open again. Jace entered quietly, his footsteps muted by the soft carpets, the scent of cedar and sage trailing behind him. He didn't speak—he didn't need to. His presence always carried a certain gravity, like the calm before a storm.
He moved to a place between two shrines: one marked by a sword crossed with radiant scales—Myzoth, the Ardent Warden—and the other adorned with vines, feathers, and a carved stone shaped like a blooming tree—Sylphara, the goddess of nature.
With a reverent sigh, Jace pressed his hands together, the calloused strength of a warrior guided by faith. First, he bowed to Myzoth, the goddess who had shaped his youth—justice above all, the protector of the innocent, the flame that burns away corruption. Then, Jace turned to Sylphara, a gentler prayer offered to the wild balance of the world. It was she who had accepted his oath later in life when war had scarred him, and he sought healing in the embrace of nature.
Moren watched him quietly. Between Heiko and Jace, it was as if she were surrounded by the quiet force of death and the radiant resolve of justice. Two paths, two devotions—and yet, somehow, they all stood in harmony within this sacred space.
For most of her life, Moren had walked without gods. Her parents spoke of them with indifference at best—convenient myths for the weak, distractions for those without ambition. And so, she'd grown up with silence where others had ceremony, learning to rely on herself, her will, her dreams.
But something in her had always wondered. Especially now—surrounded by people like Heiko and Jace, whose beliefs shaped them and gave them strength in ways she was just beginning to understand.
It was Veska who first encouraged her. They'd sat together on the balcony of the Luminari's tower, the stars like spilled silver overhead.
"You don't have to know everything all at once," Veska had said softly. "Sometimes, faith starts with curiosity. I worship Veysha because she gave me clarity and a sense of destiny. But when I paint, dance, or create, I feel Calvyth with me, too. The gods don't compete. They guide."
So Moren began to wander—quiet visits to shrines and temples, long talks with acolytes, silent prayers she wasn't even sure were real. She listened. She watched. She tried.
And then she stood before the shrine of Myzoth.
A tall, iron statue of a woman with a flaming sword in one hand and scales in the other, blindfolded not in ignorance, but in trust. Her presence didn't feel overwhelming, like some of the others had. It felt steady. Grounded. Watching her was like standing in the eye of a storm—strong but still.
"I want to protect people," Moren whispered, unsure who she was talking to. "I want to make things right. I just… don't always know how."
The flame in the shrine's lantern flickered, casting a ripple of warmth across her face.
That night, Moren returned home with soot on her fingertips and something new in her heart—a quiet beginning. A short time later, Moren added Myzoth's emblem to her attire in the form of a pin on her shirt.
Moren learned the tenets and basics of using Divine Sense, which allowed her to sense celestial, fiend, or undead beings within a certain proximity to her. Her Uncle had a training crystal that mirrored these feelings to help her learn this ability. The next ability was healing magic, which allowed her a tiny pool of divine magic to heal a minor wound or use the entire amount to remove a disease or poison from someone's body.
Jace stood at the edge of the training yard, the evening sun casting long shadows across the flagstones. His armor was off, but the presence of Myzoth still clung to him like a mantle of light. Moren knelt in the center of the warded circle he had drawn, sweat glistening on her brow, her hand pressed over her chest where the holy sigil now rested—a silver flame over scales.
"You don't need to be a paladin to serve," Jace said, his voice low but steady. "Faith is not tied to a title or a sword. Myzoth sees your will. That's what matters."
Moren nodded, fingers tingling with the warmth of something new.
Over the following weeks, she studied with Jace at dawn and dusk. He taught her the tenets of Myzoth's order: justice tempered by mercy, truth spoken without fear, protection offered without price. She learned to steady her breathing, to open herself to the divine current now trickling through her soul like a spring at the edge of a battlefield.
It began small. A cut on her palm—closed with a soft golden glow. The trembling child with fever—her touch cleared the sickness after a whispered prayer. Moren simply closed her eyes and reached out with that new sense. It was like listening for a breath in the dark.
"You'll feel it here," Jace said, placing a hand over her heart. "Not in your mind. Not even in your body. But something deeper. Like a thread Myzoth gives you, tying you to every soul who needs help."
Moren had never known faith could feel like that—not submission, not obedience, but connection. Responsibility. A promise she made not just to Myzoth but to herself. And she intended to keep it.
Occasionally, Moren would feel her Patron reaching out to her. It was never loud. Never showy. A wave of warmth—quiet, resolute, sure. Approval.
Not praise, not the hollow words she once craved from her family. This was different. This was true. A silent, pulsing reminder from her Patron: You did well. You are enough.
And every time it came, Moren would exhale like she'd been holding her breath for years. Her shoulders loosened, her heart steadied, and something unspoken inside her—a wound she hadn't even realized she still carried—mended a little more.
"Myzoth doesn't need perfection," Jace had told her once. "She asks for intention. For courage. For action."
And Moren had all three in spades.
"Are you sure I can't convince you to retire from the council and take me as your apprentice?" Moren questioned with a teasing smile. After she had completed the initiation into his old Order, Jace offered to sponsor her to join and start her four years of training to become an official member. Sadly, she had to decline since her agreement with her Patron meant she had fewer than 2 and a half years before she had to be in White Stone. "You could come with me to train me, and it would let you escape those meetings that you complain about so much."
Jace's deep, rumbling chuckle echoed through the room as he amusedly shook his head. "I must decline your offer, Momo," He chortled. "I'm far too old to hit the road again, and Heiko would have my hide if I even suggested it." His eyes danced mischievously as he playfully shuddered at the thought, causing him and his niece to laugh. "But fear not, my dear. I have a special surprise in store for you this evening. Just be patient, and all will be revealed." The anticipation hung thick in the air like a fog, filling the room with excitement and curiosity.
"Fine," Moren said, clicking her tongue. "Keep your secrets for now." She gave him a wink, went over to the nearby table, and downed a cold glass of water in several large gulps. "I have my weekly lunch with Mika and Rose today." Moren gave her Uncle a knowing look. "Will Aunt Heiko be attending as well?"
"Not today, dear," Heiko answered for his husband with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "I have a meeting with some of the other noble ladies. Otherwise, I would love to plan with your mother to find you a nice lady friend."
Moren narrowed her eyes at her aunt. "Are you two still trying to set me up with someone?" She growled with no real heat in her voice and was fighting the urge not to smile. "It's only been a half a year since I arrived. I've told you both that I am in no hurry to meet someone."
"But you are more than just my niece, Moren," Heiko said with a cute pout and her tail swaying behind her. "As your loving aunt, it is my duty to scheme with your incredible mother and ensure you are happy and well taken care of." With a playful wink directed at Moren, Heiko continued, "Amelia's daughter is a brilliant and accomplished Head Artificer for the Council. And as luck would have it, she has just ended things with her previous lover and is now looking for someone new." A mischievous gleam danced in Heiko's eyes as she leaned closer to Moren, eager to discuss potential matches for her beloved niece.
Moren's voice took on the pitch of a whiny teenager as she begged, "Uncle Jace, please make her stop." She rubbed her temples, trying to ward off an impending headache.
Jace tried and failed to suppress his smile and just shrugged his shoulders. "I haven't been able to tell my lovely wife what to do in years." He walked over and pecked his wife on the cheek. "I find it easier to let her do what she wants and just go with the flow."
"Smart man," Heiko purred and pulled her husband into a heated kiss. "Now, come along, Moren. You need a bath, and I can tell you more about Bethany, that is Amelia's daughter, by the way." Heiko explained in great detail about everything she knew of Bethany despite Moren's repeated requests to stop.
At her weekly lunch, Moren was getting the same attempts to fix her up with a friend or colleague from Mika and Rose until she finally had enough and raised her hand to stop them. "I just want to chat about Rose finally talking my brother into setting their wedding date." She said, pointing at the two women. "I will date someone when I am ready, and the more you all try to push it, the harder I will push back."
"She has a point," Rose said, giving Moren a supportive smile. "I have the dress picked out, and we were able to find an Inn to hold the dinner afterward." She paused for a moment and gave her a shy smile. "I was hoping you would be my Maid of Honor, Moren."
"Wait, me?' Moren asked, pointing at herself in complete shock. "What about your friends or family?" She was not expecting to be invited to participate in the wedding like this. "You know I am leaving at some point for White Stone."
"I know," Rose said quickly after sharing a glance with Mika. "That is why we plan to have it in the next four or five months." Rose moved a hand to her stomach. "Before I start looking like a blimp." She added with a smile, already imagining the slight swell of her belly in the near future. It was a time of anticipation and new beginnings, and Rose couldn't wait to see what the next few months would bring.
"What!" Mika gasped and looked at her soon-to-be daughter-in-law. "Congratulations! I'm going to be a grandmother!" Several nearby tables shouted congratulations and cheers.
"I knew it wasn't going to be much longer until I was an Aunt," Moren giggled and hopped out of her chair to hug the Ashborne woman tightly. "I am very happy for you, dear, and I would be honored to stand beside you at your wedding."
"Seems that Moren lost her bet by a few months," Veska said, sauntering into view with a wide smirk. "It looks like I win by default." She rested her hand on her hips before cocked her hip to the left. "Sorry I'm late, little sister. My ship arrived from Zarvosa later than scheduled."
Moren released Rose and rushed over to latch onto Veska. "I missed you so much!" She beamed at her big sister. "Did you have any luck at the Gilded Spire finding your master?"
Veska made a so-so gesture with her hand. "Zarvosa was a waste of time for the most part. My contact tried to sell me old information," She grumbled as she patted Moren on the shoulder to release her from the hug. "I picked up his trail in Veiled Souk marketplace and missed him by a day heading toward Ethos, so I tried to catch up to him, but he managed to slip away." Veska waved the waitress over and ordered a tall glass of wine. "We can talk more about that later. Tell me about your wedding plans. I will offer my services as a singer for free, of course."
Mika was practically vibrating in her seat with excitement. "That would be wonderful, dear," She gushed and placed a few coins on the table. "Finish your drink, Veska. We have some dress shopping to do, and I know my darling Moren will need some convincing to wear a dress again."
"I won't resist that much," Moren scoffed, crossing her arms. "As long as I don't wear that dress from the Marquis party, that makes me look like someone from the Bent Wench." She sniffed and put on a faux-haughty attitude. "I am a Lady, after all." Moren felt Veska elbow her and saw a shocked expression on Mika's face. "Oops."
"Wait," Mika said, narrowing her eyes to Moren and Veska. "When did you two go the Bent Wench?" She then turned her attention to Rose, who was doing her best to avoid her gaze. "You went there as well?"
"Oh, would you look at the time," Rose said quickly and stood up from her chair. "We better get the dress store before Matthew gets off work." She dropped a few coins onto the pile on the table. "Right, girls?"
Veska accepted the glass from the waitress and downed her glass in several gulps, and placed it on the table. "I completely agree, Rose. It's better to get a jump on finding that magical dress for your big day." She glanced over at Moren. "Wouldn't you agree, little sister?"
"Completely," Moren said, following Veska and Rose's lead. "We better hurry, Mom." She hurriedly dropped more coins on the table and dashed toward the door with Veska and Rose on her heels.
"Get back here!" Mika's voice boomed, her footsteps pounding against the pavement as she chased after the three fleeing women. Her eyes narrowed in determination, her jaw set in frustration. She needed answers and wouldn't let them get away that easily. The trio sprinted down the street, their feet slapping against the pavement and their breaths coming out in gasps. But they didn't make it far before Mika caught up to them, her firm grip halting them in their tracks. She loomed over them, a fierce mother figure demanding explanations from her wayward daughters.
Despite the interrogation about the time at the Bent Wench, the rest of their afternoon went well, and it only took two stops to find Rose a stunning wedding dress and Moren's dress, which made her look regal and captivating at the same time.
Moren insisted on paying for the dresses as a wedding gift to Rose and told her to spend the coin on her wedding. Rose cried happily and hugged her soon-to-be sister-in-law like a snake wrapping around its prey. Moren also slipped Mika a small pouch of gold to help with the wedding costs, along with a discreet slide of hand and a wink.
Mika and Rose headed home just before dinner and looked forward to their next meeting. After exchanging hugs, Veska and Moren returned to Ravenheart Estate, still laughing, catching up over their month-long separation. Luna had rejoined them and landed on Moren's shoulder for head pats from both women.
'Shopping boring,' Luna hooted and closed her eyes.
Moren ran her finger over Luna's feathered chest affectionately. "I'll give a bit more warning next time to let you return to your realm to hunt." She cooed as Luna let out a series of short, happy hoots.
Veska let out a deep laugh and patted Luna's head. "You are truly a unique owl, Luna." She told the familiar with a bright smile. "How I missed your antics with Moren."
Luna puffed out her chest with a prideful hoot.
As they approached Ravenheart's home, Moren noticed a figure standing by the front gate—a broad-shouldered, tall man dressed in polished silver plate armor. His hair, a deep chestnut brown, caught the sunlight in streaks of auburn, and a neatly trimmed beard framed his strong jawline, giving him a rugged, noble appearance. He turned as they neared, revealing sharp features and eyes that held a mix of surprise and something akin to nostalgia.
"I wonder who that is?" Moren asked her sister, watching the man laugh with the guards at the gate. Her eyes were drawn to the dark green cloak draped over one shoulder and an odd-shaped shield resembling a gem-covered turtle shell resting on his back.
Veska tilted her head, observing the man closely. "Must be a family friend or an important guest?" she said with a note of curiosity, her gaze trailing from his beard to the strong line of his nose and the soft curls in his hair before humming with approval. "Whoever he is, they are very handsome."
"Guess we will have to find out," She said, moving closer to the stranger. "Hello, are you trying to meet with the Lord or Lady of the house?" Moren noticed the man tense up for a moment before slowly turning around. Moren froze in her tracks, his grip, and her jaw dropped open in shock. "Jaycen?" he murmured, barely above a whisper.
Jaycen gave a slow nod, a small, almost wistful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "A long time, cousin." He said softly. "I can't believe that you're really here in Ethos." His violet eyes seemed to sparkle in the fading light. "Mom talked about you all the time in her letters." Jaycen shifted his gaze to the other woman. Jaycen chuckled, a deep, rich sound that carried on the breeze. "And you must be Veska," he said, tapping his chin with a hint of a smile. "Mom warned me about you."
Veska greeted him with a glint in her eyes and a slight nod. "I hope Heiko only spoke highly of me and didn't share any embarrassing stories about Moren," she joked, eliciting a scowl from Moren. "Have you not announced your return to anyone yet?"
Jaycen gave a slight nod. "I only got into the city a few hours ago and needed to check in with my Order before coming home." He motioned towards the house. "Why don't we go inside so we can chat after Moren gives me a hug?"
Moren hurried forward after Luna flew into the air above them. "I missed you," She whispered into her cousin's Half-Elf ears. "I remember you being taller?" She said, pulling back with a smirk and standing to her full height.
Jaycen flashed a teasing scowl. "I recall you being cute and lovable," he said, tilting his head up to meet Moren's gaze. "You're only an inch or two taller than me."
Moren and Jaycen stood face to face, their eyes locked in a deep, unspoken understanding. Their laughter bubbled up from within and echoed as they embraced again. The warmth of their embrace filled the air, reminiscent of old friends reunited after years apart. It was a moment frozen in time, one that would be cherished for years to come.
"This is such an adorable sight," Veska cooed before letting out a short giggle. "I think we better head inside to see everyone before we make the guard feel any more uncomfortable." She gestured to the gate guards, who were doing their best to avert their eyes from the private moment.
"Right," Moren said, clearing her throat and ignoring the blush on her face as she glared at Veska before throwing an arm over Jaycen's shoulder.
Jaycen's reunion with his family was heartwarming, filled with tears of joy and long overdue embraces. As soon as he stepped into the room, his younger siblings Jewel and Tiele rushed to wrap their arms around him, squealing with delight. Their mother, overcome with emotion, followed suit and enveloped Jaycen in a tight hug, showering him with kisses and welcoming him home like a long-lost hero. Moren couldn't help but smile as she watched her cousin reunite with his family after being away for months. Standing tall and proud, her Uncle Jace walked over and placed a gentle hand on his son's shoulder before pulling him close in a bear hug that spoke volumes of their unbreakable bond. The room was filled with laughter and happy tears as the family relished in the love and happiness of their reunion.
Moren and Veska stood off to the side to let the family have their moment together before Heiko raised her head and tilted her head toward the group.
Heiko's voice was warm and loving as she spoke to the two individuals standing outside the door. "Come on, you two are family, too," she said with a maternal tone. "Don't miss out on this tender family moment." A playful glint was in her eye as she added, "And if I have to, I'll drag you both in here!"
Veska chuckled and gave Moren a friendly tap on the back. "You heard your Aunt, we better jump in before she comes after us." She said playfully, with a hint of mock fear in her voice.
Moren stifled a giggle and nodded, knowing all too well the consequences of making Heiko angry. She playfully winked at her aunt and said, "How could we ever turn down such a kind and loving offer?" They both joined in on the hug until Jace cleared his throat to remind them of their surroundings.
"Let us commemorate Jaycen's return with a special dinner tonight, my love," Jace said, beckoning one of the maids to join them. He relayed his wishes for a celebratory meal filled with delectable dishes to honor his son's journey through the mystical Elven lands. The anticipation of this feast filled the air as they awaited Jaycen's tales and feasted on delicacies fit for royalty.
As the sun began to set, dinner erupted into a lively event. Jaycen regaled his companions with tales of his adventures, all while indulging in his favorite foods. He spoke of his time in the enchanting Elven lands, describing their ethereal beauty and the mysterious customs of their people. Yet, he also noted a growing sense of unease—the Elves had recently closed their borders to all but essential trade through the skyports, a consequence of ongoing raids from Shinkai and the scattered warbands of the Broken Archipelago.
However, the most thrilling story of the evening was his encounter with a powerful necromancer who had attempted to raise an army of the dead. With bravery and cunning, Jaycen and his team swiftly thwarted the dark plot, ensuring the safety of the kingdom once again.
Each dish on the table seemed to carry the flavor of triumph as Jaycen finished his tale, leaving his friends in awe and admiration.
His audience was enthralled as he recounted his story, and when he reached the end, Tiele and Jewel eagerly showered him with an endless stream of questions while they bounced in their seats. Moren attempted to entertain her younger siblings with simple magic tricks like prestidigitation, but they paid her no mind.
Heiko intervened, coming to her son's aid. "You can ask your brother all the questions you want tomorrow," She said firmly. "But for now, it's time to study for your tests tomorrow morning and then get ready for bed." Her children groaned and pleaded for more time, but she shook her head. "No excuses. I expect to see high scores tomorrow. Now go and start studying."
Jaycen gave them both a kind smile. "I am on leave for the next few months to rest before my next assignment," He told them with a grin. "I'll be around here until I am called back to tell you more stories and spend some time with you both."
Jace hugged his younger children as they made their rounds of nighttime hugs and waited for them to leave the dining room. One of the maids stepped into the room and whispered something into his ear. "Thank you, Kaina. You may return to your duties." He said, dismissing the maid. "Moren, can you join me in my office in a few minutes?"
Moren nodded in understanding. "Is this regarding the surprise you mentioned earlier?" she asked her Uncle, eagerly awaiting more information.
Jace flashed him a mysterious smile. "You'll see." He said cryptically before kissing his wife and leaving the room.
"Well, I will see you all in the morning," Moren said, finishing her drink and standing up from the table. "I look forward to catching up with you in the morning, Jaycen."
"Me too, Momo," Jaycen joked, using her childhood nickname. "I think I'll spend the rest of the evening relaxing in the library."
Heiko's ear twitched excitedly before a devious grin spread across her face. "I am heading to bed, but why don't you keep Veska company in the library?" Her voice dripped with cunning as she caught a glint of mischief in her eyes.
Moren snorted as she hurried to the door. "Night, don't have too much fun, Veska." She said, shooting her sister with a teasing grin.
Veska gave her a sharp glare, warning Moren that there would be consequences for her actions. "I know where you sleep, little sister," she said with an irritated tone.
"Mother," Jaycen groaned, rubbing his face with his hand.
The wall-mounted bulbs illuminated the fine wood walls in the brightly lit halls of Ravenheart Manor. Moren Ravenheart walked with purpose, her footsteps echoing softly as she made her way to her Uncle Jace's office. The manor, steeped in history and magic, had always been a place of mystery, but today, it seemed to pulse with an added layer of anticipation. She reached the heavy oak door and knocked.
"Enter." Jace's muffled voice called through the thick door.
The door creaked open, revealing the familiar sight of her Uncle's office—bookshelves lined with ancient tomes, maps scattered across the large wooden desk, and the comforting scent of leather and parchment filling the air. But it wasn't just Jace's presence that caught her attention.
The tall figure stood near the fireplace, his form half-hidden in dark shadows. He wore a suit of rugged, dark armor that added to his imposing presence. Despite this, he emanated a sense of calm and control. His silver eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made Moren shiver. It was clear to Moren that this man was not just any ordinary warrior. The lines etched into his weathered face, partially covered by the hood of his intricately embroidered cloak, spoke of countless battles fought. His armor, adorned with faint runes and symbols, seemed out of place against the polished wooden desk and book-lined walls. His beard, thick and dark with hints of silver, is neatly trimmed but cannot hide the sharpness in his eyes as they study the documents spread before him. The shield, engraved with patterns from a long-forgotten era, rests against the side of the desk, a silent guardian ever at the ready.
"Moren, come in," Jace's deep and steady voice broke the silence. "I want you to meet an old friend of mine, Lucius Darkmoon. He's a Veilborn Hunter." He gestured to Moren, "Lucius, this is my niece Moren, the one I have been telling you about."
Moren took a step closer and extended her hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir," She said in awe of meeting an actual Veilborn Hunter in person. Moren knew from her studies that Blood Hunters were cunning fighters fueled by an unwavering determination to eradicate both old and new evils. They wielded powerful rituals of blood magic and were always ready for battle. Like Paladins, they served as protectors but preferred to operate in the darkness. She noticed the man had not moved from where he stood and was staring at her. "Is there a problem?"
"No," Lucius said quietly and reached to shake Moren's hand. "You reminded me of an old friend from long ago." He withdrew his hand and let his cloak hide most of his body. "I've heard a lot about you from your Uncle."
Jace sat on the edge of his desk and crossed his arms. "Due to my busy schedule, I can't train you as much as I would like, but Lucius is one of the best warriors I know," He gestured to the cloaked figure. "Lucius and I were trainees together and fought side beside for years before a werewolf bit him."
Moren glanced at Lucius. "You have the ability to control the transformation of your Lycan form thanks to your Order's rituals that have been well kept secret for centuries," She said with a sheepish smile. "I know your Order has a lot of secrets, but a few books have been published about the Veilborn Order and their ability to control their inner beast."
"Not bad, kid," Lucius grunted and continued to study Moren. "Your Uncle has been filling me in on your magical lessons with Heiko and that you passed what Paladin's would consider initial training." He cocked his head to the side. "Why are you training so hard? You are a member of the Ravenheart family, you can become a simple heiress and have an easy life here in Ethos?"
Moren paused for several long moments before she finally spoke. "Part of it is that I grew up reading of the famous adventurers and dreamed of leaving on a journey and finding my place in the world." More's eyes seemed to glow with determination. "I have often thought about why I choose to fight and refuse to simply accept the life of luxury that comes with being a Ravenheart. But I am more than just an heiress. My name, my birthright, does not define me. What defines me is my choices to help those who cannot help themselves and stand up for those oppressed and mistreated. I have given money to several charities and orphanages in Stormhaven to help in any way I can. I refuse to let my family's greed and hatred be the legacy of my name. I will redeem it, not for my parents' sake, but for those who have suffered at their hands. This is my purpose, my mission. I fight not just for myself but for a world where no one is left to suffer alone." Moren wrestles with conflicting feelings towards her name and birthright, knowing that they do not define who she truly is. And yet, she cannot deny the pull towards using her drive and power for good to redeem the tainted legacy of the Ravenhearts.
The room was silent, the power of her words lingering in the air. Moren knew that her journey was far from over, but in that moment, she felt the strength of her resolve solidify. She was more than a Ravenheart, more than a name—she was a force for change.
Jace's smile widened with pride as he knew his niece spoke with true conviction and meant every word she said.
"I can see that you're just like your Uncle," Lucius mused, crossing his arms and giving her an interested look. "Tell you what, kid," He moved one of his arms to point at Moren. "I'll take you on a training trip for one week, and if you impress me, then I will take you on as my apprentice." Lucius gave Moren a stern look. "I have high expectations for you; don't disappoint me."
"I won't," Moren said, returning his gaze with a confident smile. "I have done everything in my power to get here today. I'm not afraid of hard work or getting my hands dirty. Learning Arcane History, Alchemy, World History, and so on." Moren crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side. "I hope you're ready for a new apprentice, Master Darkmoon."
Lucius let out a series of low laughs that almost seemed like barks. "I have some business to finish with you, Uncle. I will come get you in a few weeks after your birthday." He cuffed and dismissed her with a wave. "Enjoy your soft bed and hot baths while you can."
"Heiko would be very upset if you took her before the party," Jace chimed in with a tense smile.
"That is why I said after," Lucius repeated with a shake of his head. "I have no interest in angering Heiko again." He shuddered at the wrath he suffered last time.
"I'll see you later, Master Darkmoon," Moren replied respectfully, bowing her head before giving her Uncle Jace a warm hug. "Goodnight." She pressed a kiss to his cheek before exiting the office, her face glowing with excitement.
A snarl formed on his lips as Lucius turned to face his old friend. "You bastard," he growled, his teeth barred in anger. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't recognize her scent after all these years, and I wouldn't notice Moren could be her twin with a slight change of hair and eye color? And don't even get me started on her age; she's exactly the right age she should be today." Stepping closer to Jace, Lucius glared at him with intense hostility.
Jace remained silent and lowered his eyes to the floor. "I had hoped that you had forgotten to be honest." He admitted, grabbed a glass from his desk, and down the burning liquid in a large gulp. "This doesn't change anything."
"What do you mean it doesn't change anything!" Lucius snapped, grabbed Jace by the front of his face shirt, and pulled him closer. "Surely, you've told her by now?" He froze as Jace kept his eyes locked on the floor. "You fucking coward. You didn't tell her."
Jace spoke softly, holding his friend's fierce stare. "No," he said firmly. "And you won't tell her either."
"What's going to stop me from telling Moren the truth?" Lucius countered with a scoff. "IF Moren makes it through my training, she will become my apprentice." He smirked at Jace. "What are you going to do about it? You can't order me not to tell her. I don't report to you anymore, Jace."
Jace's voice dripped with venom as he spoke, each word punctuated with a sharp thrust of his finger. "You owe me," he growled, his face contorted in rage. "I saved your life not once but twice. And now, I'm collecting on those debts." He held up one finger, the gesture seething with an unspoken threat. "First, you will train her and ensure she is strong enough to withstand the wrath of the gods." Jace raised a second finger, his eyes blazing with fury. "And secondly, you will never reveal the truth to Moren." His gaze bore into the other person, daring them to refuse. "You will swear on your honor to fulfill both of my requests."
The air thickened with an electric charge as the two men stood on the brink of exploding. Every muscle in their bodies was tensed, ready to unleash a fury that could shake the very foundations of the room. The tension was palpable, like a coiled spring waiting to be released into chaos and destruction.
"Fine," Lucius hissed and released Jace's shirt before spinning on his heel to face the door. "I swear on my honor to respect your wishes for Moren." He shook his head. "I hope you know what you are doing, Jace." He grabbed his things and opened the door to the office. " Enjoy your time with her while you can." Without another word, Lucius left.
Jace stood motionless as the door slammed shut, his heart racing and his mind in turmoil. He poured himself another drink, feeling the burn of alcohol down his throat as he tried to numb the pain. But each gulp only made him more agitated, and he lashed out by throwing the glass into the fire with a frustrated growl. The flames flickered and grew briefly before dying down again, mirroring Jace's inner turmoil. He was angry and hurt, unsure of what to do next.
A few weeks later, Heiko looked out from her bedroom balcony and leaned against the elegant metal rail at the city's lights. She had come a long way from her days as a starving street urchin who was abandoned by her parents and left to die on the streets as a child. She learned to steal and disappear to survive in Ethos's slums.
She taught herself everything she needed to survive, from acting to blend into different crowds to learning the arcane arts from books she had lifted from stores. Heiko mastered the art of illusions and misdirection. She earned a fierce reputation among the Ethos underground and had been warring with Vifra and her family for years.
Heiko ran a thumb over her wedding ring with a soft smile. Heiko had fallen in love with Jace when they first met and became an adventuring party. She became close with Morgana and became like sisters during their travels. Heiko was devastated when Jace and Morgana got married, but she supported her friends with a fake smile and started to train under a sorceress after learning of the magic heritage in her blood.
Years later, after Morgana was buried, a letter from a law office arrived to her, and it was Morgana's Last Will and Testament. Heiko was stunned to see that Morgana knew about her feelings for Jace and asked her to take care of him. The rest was history.
Heiko had her hand in the underworld of Ethos and ran it from the shadows of her home. She had several agents who were her eyes and ears. When a group of mercenaries arrived from Stormhaven, it caught her attention and sent her people to monitor the new arrivals. When they went straight to the hideout of Vifra's family, that had Heiko on edge. Her husband had been called away several days ago to finalize a deal in White Stone and would not return until first thing tomorrow morning. Her shadows relayed what they had said behind closed doors about the team sent by Moren's parents – trained mercenaries on a mission to abduct Moren and drag her back into the life she had fought so fiercely to escape.
The thought made Heiko's blood boil and her muscles tense, ready to defend her beloved niece against any threat that dared approach her doorstep. The air was thick with tension as Heiko prowled through the dimly lit corridors of her home. Her feline eyes narrowed, searching for any sign of danger. She could sense something was amiss, a plot brewing in the shadows.
"They're here, Mistress." A shadow whispered before vanishing into the darkness.
As a Cat Beast-kin, Heiko's senses were sharp, and her reflexes were sharper. The thought of anyone laying a hand on her niece, the one she had sworn to protect, ignited a fierce intensity within her. She could already hear the intruders moving stealthily through the outer gates, unaware they were being hunted by the guardian they sought to outmaneuver. "Leave one alive." She ordered as she pulled up a hood that hid her face in a magical darkness.
With a low growl, Heiko moved swiftly, her movements a blur as she positioned herself between the mercenaries and her niece's room. She had no intention of letting them get close to Moren, not while she still had breath in her body.
As soon as the first intruder dared to set foot in the moonlit courtyard, Heiko pounced on him with ferocious speed. Her sharp claws glinted in the pale light, expertly slicing through flesh and bone as she swiftly took down her prey. The sound of their struggle echoed off the stone walls, a symphony of snarls and grunts. Heiko's eyes blazed with fierce determination as she defended her territory with ruthless efficiency. Her shadows sprang into action alongside their Mistress.
The fight was fierce but brief. Heiko's Tabaxi heritage gave her the edge, her speed and agility unmatched by the mercenaries who had underestimated her. Each movement was calculated, and each strike was decisive. Within moments, the intruders lay defeated, their mission a complete failure. Shadowy figures appear near their Mistress to surround the intruders.
Breathing heavily, Heiko glanced back at the house, where Moren was safely asleep in her room. She allowed herself a moment to calm the racing of her heart before turning her attention back to the unconscious mercenaries.
Heiko growled to herself, her tail lashing back and forth in agitation. She could see the members of Vifra's group approaching to support the mercenaries, their eyes glinting with hunger and determination. But she refused to back down. Her muscles tensed as she prepared to face them head-on. "They won't stop coming for her," she muttered through gritted teeth. "But neither will I." The wind whipped around her, carrying the scent of earth, blood, and fear. Her heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She was ready for the fight, no matter how many enemies came her way. "Destroy them."
Heiko took one last glimpse at the starry night sky before setting out to secure her home and protect her niece from any potential threats. The intense drive of the beast within her still burned fiercely, a constant reminder that she would do whatever it took to keep her family safe.
Heiko moved through the shadows like a whisper, her steps so silent that not even the wind could detect her presence. As a Shadow Sorcerer, she wielded a deadly combination of stealth and magic, making her a force to be reckoned with. The moment she sensed the intruders breaching the perimeter of her home, she was ready—calm, focused, and lethal.
The second group thought they had the upper hand but were wrong. Heiko had already cast a veil of silence around the house, ensuring that the darkness would swallow any noise they made. She invoked an illusion with a flick of her wrist, making it appear that the courtyard they entered was empty, luring them deeper into her trap.
As the first intruder passed, Heiko struck with pinpoint precision. A dagger materialized in her hand, infused with arcane energy, and found its mark on the mercenary's side. He crumpled silently to the ground, his eyes wide with shock. Before his companion could react, Heiko had already cast a subtle enchantment, clouding his mind with confusion. He staggered, lost in a maze of his own thoughts, unable to call for help.
Heiko summoned her magic with a gentle whisper, weaving intricate threads of arcane energy around the remaining mercenaries. One by one, they fell under her spell, their bodies becoming paralyzed or falling into deep slumber. Others were ensnared by illusions that led them away from their original objective. Each enemy was swiftly and silently dealt with, their existence erased as if they had never been present in the first place. The air tingled with the remnants of Heiko's powerful sorcery, a faint glow surrounding her as she continued to weave her spells with ease and precision.
When the last intruder fell, Heiko stood in the center of the room, her breathing steady, her hands still crackling with residual energy. She surveyed the scene with satisfaction, knowing that her niece was safe, at least for now.
The mere thought of Moren or her children in danger had ignited a fierce, protective fury within her. Her heart raced, and her hands shook with the intensity of her emotions, but she channeled that energy into cold, calculated action. Her every move was precise and deliberate, fueled by a determination to keep her loved ones safe. The fire in her eyes flickered with a steely resolve as she strategized her next move, ready to do whatever it took to protect those she held dear.
Heiko dispelled the lingering illusions and traps, ensuring no trace of the battle remained. The house was as it had been before, tranquil and undisturbed. Only the sole surviving mercenary, now securely bound and hidden away, bore witness to the silent storm that had swept through them.
Heiko knelt beside the mercenary, her eyes narrowing as she considered her options. She needed to send a message that would leave no doubt in the minds of those who dared to threaten her family. With a swift gesture, she whispered an incantation and the mercenary began to groan as Heiko dug her nails into their shoulder.
Before he could fully comprehend his situation, Heiko seized him by the collar and pulled him to his feet. Her grip was firm but not unkind—after all, she needed him to deliver her message. With a flick of her hand, she dispelled the bindings around him, allowing him the freedom to stand, though his legs were still shaky from the effects of her magic.
"Listen carefully," Heiko said, her voice low and steady, carrying a weight of authority that left no room for doubt. "You were sent here to take Moren, but you have failed. She and Mika are under my protection now, and I will not allow anyone—especially those who serve her parents—to harm them."
The mercenary's eyes widened in fear and realization as Heiko's words sank in. She released him, stepping back but keeping her eyes locked on his. "Tell your employers this: If they value their lives, they will abandon this foolish mission. If they come again, they will not be so lucky. I have the power to destroy anyone who threatens my family, and I will not hesitate to use it."
Heiko watched as the mercenary stumbled backward, his fear evident. "Go now," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Tell them what you've seen and what you've heard. Make sure they understand that this is their only warning."
The mercenary nodded frantically, barely able to muster a word before turning and fleeing into the night. Heiko watched him disappear into the darkness, her expression unyielding.
Satisfied that her message would be delivered, Heiko returned to the house, her mind already turning to the next steps she would need to take to ensure Moren and Mika's safety. This was far from over, but she had made it clear that any further attempts would be met with deadly consequences. "After he delivers the message, destroy them and send Vifra a box with her parent's heads inside." She said in a low hiss. "I am tired of their games."
"It will be done, Mistress." A shadow answered before vanishing into the night, where more blood was about to flow.
After the intruder had vanished into the dark of night, Heiko's body finally relaxed, and she took a deep breath, slowly letting the tension of the encounter ebb away. But her mind was already racing to another matter that required her immediate attention— Moren's 17th birthday, a celebration they had planned for weeks. The looming event filled her with excitement and apprehension as she thought about all the details that needed to be finalized. From decorations to gifts, Heiko knew that this would be a birthday to remember for her dear niece.
Moren had been through so much, and this birthday was more than just another year; it was a milestone, a symbol of her resilience and growth. Heiko wanted to ensure everything was perfect, a day that would remind Moren how much she was loved and how far she had come.
Heiko moved through the house with purpose, checking every detail with her keen eye. The decorations were in place—elegant yet understated, reflecting Moren's personality. The deep red and gold accents of the ribbons and drapes created an atmosphere of quiet strength and beauty.
She had arranged for gifts, each one selected with care.
Heiko double-checked the guest list, making sure everyone who mattered to Moren would be there—her close friends, those who had supported her through the darkest times, and, of course, Mika. She also made sure that the security around the event was airtight. After what had just happened, she wasn't taking any chances. Her magic was woven into every corner of the estate, ready to respond at the slightest hint of danger.
As she surveyed the preparations, a soft smile crossed Heiko's lips. This day wasn't just about celebration; it was about reminding Moren of her strength, her potential, and the bright future that awaited her despite the shadows of her past.
With everything in place, Heiko took a final walk around the estate, her senses attuned to any sign of disturbance. Satisfied that all was well, she returned to the main hall, where she would greet Moren with warmth and pride, ready to celebrate not just another birthday but the incredible person Moren had become.
Heiko was not a woman to cross, and now the entire underworld would know the price of angering her for years to come. She did not give birth to Jaycen or Moren, but she loved them as her own children, and no one messed with her family without paying a very dear price.