Ager’s Scepter Lore:
“One day, you will mold the world to your liking, dear brother, as I always have.” —Queen Mara Sov
Mara Sov watched her brother imitate a swooping bird as he entertained a semicircle of children. They flocked to him as if the stories he spun were confections.
Uldren lurched to his feet—his shadow casting a heroic pose against a canopy of towering Baryon trees—and thrust a slender blade into the air.
“Straight through the storm!” he howled as Awoken children shrieked with laughter and applause. “That’s right. The two kestrels were like blades sailing on the wind,” he said, sheathing the fine steel. “As long as they were together, nothing could stop them.”
Mara turned to survey the Awoken flotilla anchored deep within their borders, suspended around a floating starport. Soon they would disembark. This night was for revelry. For families to enshrine in their memories should loved ones fail to return. In the morning, Saturn waited.
Far-off asteroids groaned like thunder, sending the children into a frenzy of gasps.
“Sounds like Ager’s having another battle,” Uldren said, stepping onto a bench to get a better view. He brought a hand to his brow, as if sighting an advancing stormfront.
A young Awoken child, no older than six, stood. Uldren watched the worry well in her eyes.
“Is he okay? Can you see them fighting?”
“Oh yes,” Uldren answered. “Come here.”
The child stepped forward.
“If I’m not mistaken, your name is Erith, isn’t it?” Uldren asked. The girl nodded, awestruck. Uldren pulled a looking glass from his belt and placed it in her hand. “Look where I’m pointing.”
Erith followed the prince’s direction to a spot in the sky that flashed with color.
“I see Ager!” she proclaimed proudly. “I see Rega!”
Uldren patted her shoulder and smiled. “As long as the two of them are together, nothing can stop them. Just like us. Stand with your cousins, and you’ll be all right.”
Mara met his eyes and stepped forward. “That’s enough. The prince has a long journey in the morning, and he must rest. Run along now.”
Once the children were beyond eyesight, Mara’s expression shifted to a glare. “These stories…” She leaned into Uldren. “Stop filling their heads with nonsense.”
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