City of Glass-The Jonathon Morgenstern Story
Intro
Valentine stood in the centre of the circular chamber within the cave. The limited light entering the natural skylight from the the round hole above bathed him. He handled Maellartach with expertise, turning it over to send the sun's rays reflecting onto the dark interior of the cave.
Jonathon watched his father in silence. His eyes narrowing slightly as he admired the Mortal Sword in his father's hands and the power it held.
"Jonathon," Valentine began, "it is about time you leave."
"Now father?" Jonathon replied curtly, though his body language was far from it.
"Yes. Hugin reported back." He replied, voice neutral, body held upright.
Jonathon mimicked Valentine's words behind his father's back. "Wish me luck father, not that I would need it."
Valentine bowed his head as Jonathon exited to the tunnel that led out. Sighing frustratedly, he fisted his free hand. Clenching so hard, that his knuckles whitened alarmingly fast. Jonathon's role in his grand scheme was important. He mustn't lose patience with him, no matter his disrespect or coldness towards everything and to him.
Jonathon didn't need witchlight to navigate through the pitch blackness around him. He was above that. Sneering, he took the twisting tunnel at a quick run, not even breaking a sweat. He emerged, seconds after, from the fissure that gave way to the valley it was in.
Valentine's little hidey hole was far from Jonathon's taste. He would have rather appreciated the little crap shack that stood not-far from it.
Hugin was a speck of black in the distance. Delivering the message of Jonathon's departure.
Rubbing his hands in anticipation, he fixed a smirk onto his face and started his journey to Alicante.
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