Raekon Novel...
How far must one go into the past, to venture deep into the realms of myth, magic, and mountains of stories, before they can be sworn into history as a hero? As you step into darkness, will there be a shining light there to guide you to glory? Or will we all just wilt away, slowly turning to dust to be released into the winds, and tossed around for all of time until the memory of our existence is nothing more than a mere speck of sand hidden beneath a stone.
“But father, why do we want to be remembered?” asked Oran, puzzled at the thought of past and future. “Well my son, many men strive to be remembered, so people can tell stories of them to their sons, and their grandsons.” replied Lord Regent. Oran nodded his head, but still, thoughts remained on the subject.
“Oran, one day, all this will be yours to rule. I am getting old, and some day, I will die. Does that scare you?” A puzzled look crossed Oran’s face. This was the first time in his 17 years that his father ever talked about death, especially his own. He glanced back at his father, and opened his mouth, but nothing would come out. Finally, he was able to speak, “It scares me a little. Ever since mother died, I’ve tried not to think about it. I still have a lot to learn.” The Lord looked back at his son and smiled. “Everything will be alright. Now, what do you say we go for a walk. I heard the Tiger Lilies are in blossom.
“But father, why do we want to be remembered?” asked Oran, puzzled at the thought of past and future. “Well my son, many men strive to be remembered, so people can tell stories of them to their sons, and their grandsons.” replied Lord Regent. Oran nodded his head, but still, thoughts remained on the subject.
“Oran, one day, all this will be yours to rule. I am getting old, and some day, I will die. Does that scare you?” A puzzled look crossed Oran’s face. This was the first time in his 17 years that his father ever talked about death, especially his own. He glanced back at his father, and opened his mouth, but nothing would come out. Finally, he was able to speak, “It scares me a little. Ever since mother died, I’ve tried not to think about it. I still have a lot to learn.” The Lord looked back at his son and smiled. “Everything will be alright. Now, what do you say we go for a walk. I heard the Tiger Lilies are in blossom.