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Falcon didn’t care. He simply kept his head on his chest as if somehow that would bring him back to life. What else could he do after losing a father for the second time in his life?

CHAPTER 4
     
     
    The first rays of the sun made their presence known as Falcon set the last rock atop K’ran’s grave. He knew of no better final resting place than behind the cabin. It was where he had lived his final years, after all.
    “Do you want to say something, Falcon?” Faith asked.
    Falcon looked up at her. “No, I said more than enough already. Let’s just take a few minutes of silence to honor him.”
    “Whatever you want,” said Aya. Both girls took a spot by Falcon’s side, taking his hands in theirs. The three of them stood there holding hands and facing the ground.
    “Perhaps I could say some words,” came a soft voice.
    Falcon turned. An old man with a large hump on his back stood in silence. His robe was pure black, a far cry from the usual bright colored robes he wore.  “Grandmaster Zoen, what are you doing here?”
    “Did you already forget? K’ran was a good friend of mine.”
    “Yes, of course. How could I have forgotten?”
    Zoen trudged in front of the grave. “I sensed Shal-Volcseck’s presence and came as soon as I could. Unfortunately, I’m not as fast as I once was. I see that I’m too late.”
    Falcon nodded, aware that Zoen spoke the truth. The old grandmaster relied on a cane to walk, and even with it he moved at a snail’s pace. He was old, very old. Falcon recalled his friend, Chonsey, once telling him that Grandmaster Zoen had been alive during the same time the Golden Wielder had been. If that were true, that would make Grandmaster Zoen over a hundred years old. He certainly looked like it.
    With trembling hands Zoen set a jade colored ring on top of the rock that adorned the grave. “Old friend, I now return to you that which you gave me long ago.” A tear trickled to the ground. “I met K’ran a lifetime ago. He came to me a brash young man looking to make a name for himself.” There was a serene sadness in the old man’s words as he spoke. “I still recall what he told me when he asked me to take him as a student. ‘I will grow up to be one of the greatest wielders in Va’siel, you’ll see.’”
    This was news to Falcon. He had no idea that Grandmaster Zoen had once been K’ran’s mentor, or that K’ran had been so brash in his younger days. The K’ran Falcon knew never cared for fame or wealth. He wondered what other things he didn’t know about his old master.
    “K’ran did become one the greatest wielders in Va’siel, but not only because of his physical strength,” Grandmaster Zoen continued. “No, his greatest power derived from his gentle heart and his willingness to always put others before him. We shall always remember him like this.” Grandmaster Zoen’s gaze met Falcon’s. “I take comfort in the thought that his teachings and legacy will now live through you, Falcon. When in doubt, look back at his tutelage.”
    Falcon nodded, but inside he wondered if he could really be as kind as K’ran had been. Even now all he could think about was Volcseck and his many crimes: the murder of his mother and father, his many attacks on Asturia, his obsessive quest to kill Faith, and now the death of his master.
    Yes, Volcseck was all Falcon could think of. And next time they met, he was determined to make him pay.
    Once they had paid their respects, they took a seat on a set of tree stumps in the front yard. Falcon just couldn’t bring himself to go inside the cabin. Too many memories dwelled inside those walls.
    “Sir,” said Faith. “You don’t know me, but I’m here to see you.”
    “Me?” said the grandmaster.
    “My name is Faith Hemstath.”
    “Hemstath. I know that name. You wouldn’t happen to be Seth’s and Nara’s daughter?”
    “Yes, that’s me.”
    “How is your father? We have not spoken in many years.”
    “Thanks to the Rohads you