The Guardian of Farenborne

Chapter 5: Breakfast with the King

The air was crisp, signifying that spring had just begun. Faylin was outside his balcony, his tired shoulders slouched, leaning against the marble railing. He took a deep breath, enjoying the refreshing, cool scent of the season.

His eyes looked up at the starry night sky.

Although late, he could not sleep. Every time he lied down in his bed, his body would shift uncomfortably. There was something about Kalaun's words that haunted his mind.

What did he mean by 'he will understand?' he thought, his curiosity peaking.

Gently taking a hold of the brim of his robe, Faylin lifted it, exposing the mark. Ever since the man had bit him, he refrained from looking down at his wound. He was afraid the dragon's bite would turn into a some ghastly, purplish bruise, but strangely enough, it was quite the opposite.

The teeth impressions somehow made a halo–like arrangement around the flower, enhancing its beauty. When the elf went to touch it, his fingers skidding across his smooth skin, it shimmered a bright golden hue; the same golden hue as the dragon's eyes.

Although weak, Faylin could feel the bond that he made with the man. Every time his hand touched the mark, he felt a slight electrical surge that went through his body. It didn't hurt per say, but it did tingle a bit, and it left him curious to as what all of this meant.

"Can not sleep, my puer?" His father asked, startling the young elf. He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I had not seen you like this since your mera had died. What is wrong?"

"Abbas," he said, "do you think I am really the right one to be a guardian?" Faylin remained still, not even bothering to move. His eyes were set on the sky.

"It is fate," his father stated, his voice hopeful. He did not need to see him in order to know that older man was smiling, proud of his son.

"But, what if I do not want to be a guardian?" Faylin's voice was soft, a low mumbled. His father stayed silent for a moment, contemplating on his words. He was not sure how to answer his son's question.

"As I said, it is fate. The goddess has gifted you with amazing abilities, my puer."

"You know abbas, I spoke to the dragon." The man's eyes widened, surprised by the revelation.

"You have a dragon, already?"

"Yes, and it seems he thinks very lowly of elves. But I can not blame him. I saw the way the king tied him to the ground. Did you know that they captured him?"

"I am sorry to hear that," the older man replied at a loss for words.

"He approved of our bond two nights ago, but he told me that it would be only temporary. I do not know abbas, he refuses to speak of the guardians–"

"It will work out." His father turned the child around, staring in his eyes. "I believe in you."

"Thank you, abbas. If only I had the same confidence," Faylin sighed, smiling timidly.

"Sleep, Faylin. You have to wake up early tomorrow, remember? The king requested you."

"Yes, you are right. I will," Faylin yawned, walking towards his bed.

"Goodnight," the older elf said as he closed the door.

"Night."