Altair stared at the letter for a long time.
The Elfender family crest glared back at him from the red wax seal. A sentinel's helm crossed with twin swords. The symbol of a bloodline that had built its legacy on the backs of Godkin Armies and unwavering loyalty.
A legacy he'd been excluded from for eight years.
CRACK
He broke the seal.
The wax crumbled in his fingers, and he unfolded the parchment carefully. The handwriting was elegantly flowing. Just like his mother's.
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My dearest Altair,
I hope this letter finds you well. I have heard news of your achievements there at Gran-Lusia, and I must confess, my heart swells with pride. To think that after all these years, you have finally manifested your seal and called forth a summon worthy of the Elfender name.
Your father and I are eager to hear the details. What manner of creature or spirit answered your call? The reports we received were vague. But the fact that you succeeded at all brings me great joy.
