The Life of Ebony Ibre / The Knight of Wisdom's Blade
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Everyone knows the tale of the hero, but what about the one who wanted to be the hero?
Throughout her entire life, Ebony has had only one dream: to become the Guardian of the Green Book and t...
It has been some years since I've written a letter to you. In fact, I believe the last time was when you were quite small. But now that you have moved away, it appears I will be doingthis more often. Your presence will be missed, along with Miriam's.
You both have made such an impact on this family that... it's hard to imagine a life without you.
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"I do believe this was the hardest thing I wrote in my letter." I thought as I held the paper in my hands. I examined my penmanship, as I remembered the last fondest moments we shared together.
I remember witnessing the various emotions riddled on everyone's faces that day. For Joseph it was nervousness as he waited next to the priest, fidgeting with his tie every few seconds. I watched Miriam cry as she witnessed her son join hands and share vows with the young woman, who was now becoming his wife. Ecstasy filled the air as everyone cheered and embraced when the couple shared their first kiss as husband and wife. And with Ebony, I saw a sea of emotions ride through her that day. Joy was the main emotion she gave, but at one point, I was sure I saw longing and envy.
But I'm those feelings lasted for only a moment, for since she's been away, all she every wrote about was the wonderful time she was having getting to know Joseph's wife and preparing for their wedding. Just the thought of it brought me back to the wedding party.
As everyone entertained themselves with food and dancing, a man had walked up to me. I was standing with a light beverage in my hand – smiling at the happy dancers that twirled and moved to the live music – when the man approached me. I acknowledged his presence before he spoke.
"Are you the gentleman responsible for introducing that young man to my niece?"
The man was middle-aged and thick, such as I was, but bald and one shade lighter. He looked familiar.
"Sorry, I'm afraid not." I smiled. "Those two lovebirds crossed paths on their own accord. But I am the man who raised him. Shamir Ibre." I stuck out my hand for the man to shack.
"Anthony Clawd."
I examined the man closer as we shook hands, finally realizing his identity by the end of our shack. "I do believe you're the man that walked the young lady down the aisle, correct?"
"Indeed, I am! I must say, it's nice to finally meet the man responsible for raising such a fine young man. Your son couldn't have picked a better one than our Joanna!" He beamed.
"Thank you, Mr. Clawd. But I'm not his father. I'm his uncle." I clarified before taking a sip of my beverage.
"Well, lookie here!" the man bellowed in laughter, clapping his hands before giving my back a strong pat. "A fellow uncle taking care of his niece and nephew better than his siblings ever could!"
