The Legacy

The Fateful Fire

Alec's muscles strain from the work of the forge, covered in sweat and ash. He has worked himself to the breaking point this day, and into the night, seeking to banish the thoughts in his mind that had followed the strange dream he had the night before. 

Even now, in the blistering heat of the forge, Alec's mind refuses to leave the topic like he wishes, longing for a state of mindless labor. His hammer smack down onto the slender piece of metal, causing sparks to fly into the air and a loud ringing to echo out into the night. 

Alec thinks he hears his step mother's voice calling out to him, most likely wanting the racket to stop. Being the person he is, Alec chooses to ignore her. After a moment, the call is repeated, this time closer. Alec growls to himself, a habit he had picked up from Alana, and sets his work down. 

Turning and wrenching the door open, Alec strides out into the night. He continues walking until he is at the base of the lighthouse, unlocking the door and continuing to the top. 

Alec stops at the top, leaning on one of the windows and letting out an aggravated sigh. The view from the lighthouse always manages to calm Alec, as it is doing now. He stares out across the ocean, noticing how storm clouds where building overhead. 

A soft smile flickers across his face at the view, reminding him of Alana. As he continues to stare out at the scene, a flicker of movement in the clouds catches his eye. 

For a moment, all is still again. The he sees it; a flash of something moving in the clouds. 

Anxious, Alec's hands clench on the window sill. It moves closer, still concealed in the clouds, until it dives from a cloud near to the lighthouse. 

Alec's heart races and his eyes widen when, for the brief moment that he had a clear view of it, he recognizes the silvery blue tint of Amarithium.