perhaps I should ask you one,” said K’ran, starting to move again.
“Sure.”
“What element do you wield?”
Falcon held up his hand. The dirt-encrusted gray emblem was attached to his glove like always. “I’m a void wielder, of course. I thought you would have known that by the color of my emblem.”
“Void wielders can only wield weak variants of basic elements,” said K’ran. He stared into Falcon’s eyes. What is he implying? “But when I found you, your emblem was black with red lightning ripples running through it. Lightning is an advanced element. So how is it a child void wielder could wield crimson lightning?”
“I didn’t,” he said. He liked K’ran. But he’d just met him. How much could he really trust him? “Maybe my emblem was malfunctioning.”
“I’m no halfwit, Falcon. It’s a well-known fact that when a void user wields a certain element, their emblem will change to the color of the element being used. Red for fire. Blue for water. Purple for mind. Should I go on?”
Falcon sighed. It was obvious he wasn’t going to fool him. “I was attacked. I don’t know how, but somehow I wielded red lightning.”
K’ran stroked his chin. “Interesting, interesting.”
“What’s so interesting?” asked Falcon, unable to hide the hint of nervousness in his voice.
“I’ve never heard or seen such a thing. If you hone your abilities you could become a strong warrior.”
Falcon’s nervousness disappeared. There was nothing more he wanted than to become stronger so he could exact revenge on his parents’ killer.
“I can train you. But what I teach, you must use for the betterment of mankind. Not for bullying, revenge, or to hurt the innocent.”
“I will, I will,” answered Falcon, pumping his fists. The way he saw it Shal-Volcseck murdered thousands of innocent people. Getting rid of him would surely count as helping mankind.
“Relax,” said K’ran.” He snapped two thick branches from a nearby tree. “I sense much energy in you.”
“You’re right. My brother said he had never seen anyone with more wielding energy than me.”
“But it’s unfocused. Unrefined.”
Falcon frowned. “Yes. My brother said that, too.”
“It’s not only great energy I sense inside you. There is also turmoil. It causes you to lose your temper rather quickly. Teaching you could prove dangerous. It might be a mistake.”
Falcon was astounded . How did this man I have just met know so much about me? “No, it wouldn’t,” he said, fearful K’ran would not teach him. “You trained my brother, now train me. You say I’m unrefined. You say I have turmoil. Then teach me to control it.” He looked straight into K’ran’s eyes. All his hopes and dreams hinged on this moment. “Please.”
K’ran stroked his chin. He gazed back at him. “I will teach you.”
Falcon leapt into the air. “Thank you! Thank you. I won’t let you down.”
“Don’t thank me just yet,” said K’ran, tripping Falcon with one of the sticks, so that he dropped to the forest ground. “Your training will be arduous and difficult. I will push you in ways you’ve never imagined. As I did with Albert.”
Falcon smiled. “I’m ready. When do we begin?”
K’ran threw one of the sticks at him and took a readied stance. “Immediately.”
Falcon took the stick in his hand and stood. With a large grin on his face, he jumped in for an attack.
CHAPTER 7
The year he spent training and living with K’ran passed much quicker than Falcon would have wanted. He had countless treasured memories.
A large grin spread across his face as he awoke to the sweet aroma of sugared porridge that permeated his room. No doubt his mentor had already prepared breakfast. However, his smile disappeared when he remembered that this was to be his first day at the academy.
When the royal academy had refused to take him in earlier that year, Falcon had breathed a sigh of relief. But to his misfortune, the royal
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