Magus memoirs

Home is where the forge burns.

Festin and Jaka, in that order.
Or at least, close enough for me.

Festin's name comes from the olden term 'festi' which means 'celebration' so his name is basically 'party guy' lol.

It amused me. But he gets his name because he was supposedly a piper who made people dance till they died, in his younger days.

Like two millennia ago, younger days. He's much cooler now. No killing people for amusement. Just saying.

---Rain's POV---

My home was crawling with my fathers cousins, and I suspected they were there to find me.

I walked into the house, and waited for the bellow. Nothing. I crept into the forge, to find my mother weeping against my fathers chest.

My mother didn't cry. She growled, or struck metal, when she was angry. "It's fine, Shey, he'll be fine. He's my boy, and yours. He'll be able to protect himself.

He's only been gone three months, I went on journeys much longer when I was a boy, simply to explore the world.

I'm sure he's off doing one of my labors again, thinking to beat me, And I've always surviv-" father was calming her.

She interrupted. "Exactly!! Survived!! He's not you!! He's not an all powerful Fae lord who can vanquish demons and false gods and summon the dead with music and such!!

He's a boy!! Nothing more!! Why can't they find him?! He's not exactly hard to find! The boy knows nothing of stealth-" she said, grabbing his shirt.

He looked up, and saw me, eyes narrowing. "You'll have to review your views on him not being stealthy..." He said, power leaking, making my knees weak.

"Why are you speaking like th-" she turned and looked, and the tears disappeared and were replaced with rage.

Oh gods.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED WE WERE? I THOUGHT ... I thought..." She dwindled down, and tackled me, sniffing away tears.

I patted her back, and cooed assurances I was fine now, I'd just gotten hurt, and it had taken a while to heal.

Wrong thing to say.

She immediately noticed the fur wrap around my ankle, and my clothes.

Her eyes sparked, but before she could say anything, father spoke. "Why are you wearing that hammer?" For all the power in that voice, it was a whisper.

"I ... " I decided to just treat it like a bandage and rip it off.

"Ibattledaforestlordandbeathimbutmy-anklebrokeandiwastrappedona-mountainandbuiltacabinandthen-healedan-" mother placed a hand over my mouth.

"Slower." Father said.

So I told them what had happened, not sparing any details, and fathers eyes glowed in anger at the battle where I killed the forest lord.

The luminosity crept down to a dim glow when I mentioned the massive grave, and my training.

I spoke of Lucinda's reaction, and Jakas as well, and even their present. I was prolonging their reaction.

My father would never interrupt another while they were speaking, it was a disrespectful thing he refused to do.

My mother had no such moral. She raised her hand, and I shut up.