"He had died countless times in his age of life on earth; thus this portal of mortal Death only ignites life in his Soul."
~
The Secret Cell, the Under-Ground Dungeons,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
"Ah, this man is old and poor, bereft of a family; but I truly have found a friend in you as well", said the elderly man, Oreius Zephaniah, with a tender laugh.
"I am more than simply your friend", said Jaycob, removing the mask that concealed his secretive countenance, "...grandpa. And I am the prefigured inheritor of Jael's auspice, wielding powers, as the second Rook that stands upon the west end in Judah's army against the Dragons."
The faded eyes of the old man, whose detainment made his home, widened, appearing as pools of fair morning skies reflecting the unreal visage of the lad bowing over his frail body.
