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He could see it, a bright light that shined far greater than the moon. Morrslieb hanged in the air but here Lucian was laying on the ground. A concussive blow made against him where a peasant man was thrown against a rock by an angered vampire.
It was a simple event. The cracking of the skull was an injury that was rarely treatable. Even if it had, the man who had it shattered would fear for the rest of his lifetime that it would happen again. That his brain and spirit would spill out onto the earthen ground resulting in his death.
Yes, here Lucian should have died. The Vampire fleeing from whatever sick machinations she had started to enact in the very heartlands of Bretonnia he should have died.
Yet he did not.
It was such a blinding golden light that night. He could remember it so vividly as if it had just happened to him. But there was something else… Something that his vision could not see but his <span class="mu-i">hearing</span> could.
“He is strong, devout, and valiant.” Spoke a feminine voice as if it made its thoughts known to another, “I do not see any others who will accomplish what we seek.”
“His death arrives,” A voice that sounded like a bird attempting mockery spoke, “That is why we stand here before him. Do we falter from our duty?”
“Would you say that I faltered and made the wrong decision? When I embraced the Bretonni, was that a mistake?”
There was silence from the Raven. It did not caw a single word.
“I chose the Bretonni both because I knew their potential and that I had fallen in love with them. You can choose not to have him die, and it would not be against your tenants. This night a peasant did not die for the gods saw favor in his future.”
“Then he shall receive a drop of my marrow.” Spoke the bird, “I shall share, but he is mine.”
“He was yours from the start.” Spoke the Lady of the Lake let a thin stream of water fall upon the injured skull from a grail.
Magic ran through him, remaking his body to be much stronger than it already was. Skin thick enough to shake off blows, strength to withstand the magics of gods, and a capability to grow beyond mortality.
