Sitting there and listening to his father lecture him had not proved easy, that was a certainty.
                Edaran despised his father’s study. It was a circular room, as big as the tower in which it was situated.
                The room itself was a marvel; it contained rows of books along the walls. There were also big shelves that contained strange instruments, the like of which Edaran could not comprehend. At one window was a strange device that his father had showed him on the eve of the celebration of his eighth year. At night, before he’d gone to bed, he had looked through this wondrous device and into the sky and there he beheld the moon as big as the palm of his hand. Ever since that time, he had asked his father if he could look into the sky, and his father obliged. He found that his father liked to note down his observations.
                But that was the only good thing about this room. Whenever else he was brought here, it was for a scalding. Mostly Edaran, why don’t you share your toys with Deglan, don’t you understand the importance of sharing? Edaran why do you keep pestering the smith, don’t you understand he has lots of work to do? Edaran—Edaran—Edaran—!
                But this time, it was not anger in those eyes of his; it was a sadness and an understanding. That made Edaran angry himself. How could his father understand? He spent all his time yelling and shouting and such, clearly he did not care too much to miss Delly and Devlin like Edaran would. So Edaran had sat pouting, with his arms folded.
                “Edaran, this behaviour has to stop.” He’d said. As if things were just that simple. If Edaran could stop missing his brother and sister, like closing a book, he would. He was quickly learning that life was hard as the blade of a sword and just as unfair. “You are a growing up; soon you shall be a man. Part of being a man is accepting change. Change that is inevitable.”
                “But when our ancestors were renounced by the Drayvons, they didn’t accept that.” He’d argued, and then his father looked at him differently, as if for a moment, he wasn’t a ten year old boy. “Our ancestors have been fighting it ever since.” His father paced the study; as he was want to do during a scalding. He didn’t want to talk about this. Anything so he didn’t have to say the words.
                “This is true, but not all change is a bad thing, and that which is not bad, needs not changing. Do you understand?” He looked at Edaran with shrewd eyes, like he was testing out a theory.
                “You’re saying that Devlin and Delly leaving me isn’t a bad thing?” How could that be so? It was the worst of things. Last time Devlin had left had been when his older brother had gone to war. He barely remembered that, but once he’d been old enough to understand the truth, he had been so very scared. And the last time Delly had left was when she had gotten engaged to Eldin a year ago. He loved his sister; she was often so kind to him, so caring. Once again he wouldn’t have his older brother who was so big and strong and everything he wanted to be there, to help him with his swordplay and ruffle his hair. He wouldn’t have his big sister there to sneak into his room after he was put to bed so that she could kiss him on the cheek and sing her lullaby to him. That would never happen, ever again. Suddenly his face felt hot. “But it is. They’re leaving again, they’re always leaving me!” he shouted then, for the first time he shouted at his father. But the Lord did not baulk, didn’t even look angry. Just stood there with that stupid look on his face. His throat clenched up. He could not say anything else.

The End

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