Edran Dourne had a habit of not saying important things until he was sure you were ready for them.
Kael had spent his whole life on the wrong end of that habit.
They were inside a small two-room dwelling at the settlement's east edge. The door was shut, the fire was going low, while the rain knocked against the single window the way it always did.
Kael sat on the bench near the hearth with his hands between his knees. Edran stood by the window, back mostly to the room, not quite looking out of it.
A while passed where neither of them said anything.
"You knew," Kael finally broke the silence. It was not an accusation, just a thing sitting in the room that was obviously true.
Edran crossed back to the old chair, his wife's chair before she went, the one he never let anyone else use, and sat down in it carefully the way old men sit in things they've sat in a thousand times.
"I suspected," he said. "Different thing".
"What did you suspect?" Kael was still reeling from the whole ceremony.
The old man looked at his hands. He did that when he was picking how much to give away, he studied his own palms like the right amount of honesty was written somewhere in the lines of them.
"Your mother's awakening was strong," he said. "Not like yours. Not close, but stronger than anything the Sorrow Clan had seen in a generation. And your father…," he stopped there.
Kael gritted his teeth, an uncharacteristic emotional reaction of those of the Sorrow Clan. "What about him?"
"He left because he was frightened," Edran said. "Not of you, you weren't born. He was scared of what he could feel building, the way some people can when they're deep enough in their Sorrow to read the current of it".
"He felt the bloodline doing something and it was bigger than he knew how to stand still for".
Kael looked at the fire. "Such a generous way of putting it".
"I'm not defending him," Edran said calmly. "I'm explaining him, those aren't the same".
Outside, Kael heard voices. They were low and fast, the tone of people discussing something they didn't want overheard.
Kael tracked the sound without deciding to, he heard it drift toward the ceremony ground and then go quiet.
Finally, he asked the question that had been lingering in his mind since. "What did I do out there?" His voice was slightly hoarse.
Edran took a while with that one.
"What the Firstborn did," he said finally, and kept his voice down doing it. "You opened to all of it at once. Every frequency, every emotion, not just your own. The stone heard things it hasn't heard in a very long time".
Anima is the life energy every human naturally generates through emotion.
Every person produces it but the quantity, quality, and nature of their Anima is determined by their dominant emotion.
A Rage Clan member generates Anima that is explosive and heat-based, while a Fear Clan member generates Anima that is cold, invasive, and psychologically destabilizing.
Anima cannot be faked, it is a direct expression of genuine emotional truth and suppressing your true emotion weakens output.
The 5 major Clans- Rage, Pride, Joy, Fear, and Sorrow are all built around a singular dominant emotion, and over generations, they've developed a distinct school of Anima Arts built around their dominant emotion.
Warriors who have built and developed their Anima are called Animancers.
Over a thousand years ago, before the clan system existed, all humans wielded Full Anima- the simultaneous expression of all emotions without instability or loss of control.
This was the Firstborn era, and these people were called the Firstborn.
Their civilization was built on wholeness rather than specialization and it produced abilities that the current clan system cannot replicate.
Edran Dourne exhaled, then he continued. "The Firstborn are a thousand years dead".
"But the blood isn't".
There was a silence and in the silence…
Crackle!
The fire settled, the sound of the rain hitting the glass echoed in the room and Kael's hand found the bird token in his pocket, instinctively turning it over without taking it out.
"Maren's locking the record," he finally said.
"I know". Edran sighed. "She's scared".
"Everyone in that clearing is scared. Scared people go quiet, mostly, but that's not the issue". Edran leaned forward slightly in the chair. "The issue is that Aldric was there".
That one landed heavier than the rest.
Aldric Dourne, Clan leader of the Sorrow Clan, Kael's uncle. Aldric was his father's older brother.
In seventeen years sharing a settlement with the man, Kael had spoken maybe forty words to him directly.
Not from any particular hostility on either side, more that Aldric had a way of looking at Kael like he was seeing somebody else, some ghost in a nephew's shape, and they'd both quietly agreed without discussing it that less time in the same space was easier.
"What does he want?" Kael said.
His grandfather didn't rush the answer.
"He'll come to you tomorrow," he answered. "When he does, you listen. Don't push back, don't give him the full truth of what you felt at the stone. Just hear him out".
"And after…" he paused and let it linger. "Come back here and tell me every word he said".
Kael looked at him. "You're worried about him".
"I've been worried about Aldric for thirty years," Edran said. "That's a longer conversation". He got up slowly. "Sleep, tomorrow's going to need all of you".
Kael didn't argue. He lay back on the bench with his coat for a blanket and listened to the rain working on the roof and thought about his father walking away from a thing he felt coming before it arrived.
He wondered if the man had ever stopped.
Probably not.
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Aldric Dourne wasn't a large man but rooms got smaller when he walked into them. Something in how he stood, how he looked at things, like he'd already measured everything and filed it away before you noticed he was doing it.
He was outside Edran's door in the morning, standing in the drizzle like it wasn't worth noticing with his hands behind his back and his eyes on nothing specific.
He had the focused look of someone running three problems in their head at once.
Kael stopped when he saw him.
Aldric turned.
He was in his fifties, lean, dark the same way Kael was dark, and there was something about his eyes that was almost recognizable in a way that sat uncomfortably.
The clan leader's weight was on him the way it was on all of them, not a visible thing, more like a quality of the air he occupied.
The gravity of a man who had carried a lot of grief for a long time and turned most of it into something harder than grief.
"Walk with me," Aldric said.
They walked the perimeter. This was Aldric's habit, Kael had seen him doing it from a distance before, slow and steady, hands still behind his back, eyes moving across the settlement in a way that took everything in without appearing to.
He said nothing for a good while and Kael kept his mouth shut too, remembering what Edran had told him even though the quiet had edges to it.
"Your father was talented," Aldric said, almost like they were picking up a conversation already in progress.
"People keep telling me that".
"More than talented even, the most naturally gifted Animancer I've seen come out of this clan, possibly in my lifetime," there was a pause. "Made it worse when he went".
Kael said nothing.
"People who run when they have that much to give," Aldric said, "they don't just take themselves, they take everything they could've built. Every future the clan could've had".
"Your father walked out with thirty years of what might have been and…," he made a small flat gesture that somehow covered all of Greyveil- the smallness of it, the damp quiet, the shrinking. "This is a piece of what's left".
"You're saying this because of the ceremony," Kael finally said.
Aldric cut a look at him sideways. "I'm saying it because you should understand the ground you're standing on".
"What do you want?"
The clan leader stopped walking.
They were now at the North edge of the settlement with the Wilds sitting two miles out, with those wrong-shaped trees dark against the grey sky.
They were close enough that you could see the quality of the dark between them, how it was thicker than regular dark, deliberate somehow.
"What happened at the stone," Aldric said. "It can't happen again. Not out in the open, not where anything out there can pick it up and come to look". He didn't make a gesture at the Wilds but the meaning was obvious.
"You want me to shut it down?"
"I want you to be careful". He faced Kael straight on and there it was again, that near-familiar thing in his eyes. "The Sorrow Clan has survived by being forgettable. That's not weakness, that's how we're still here".
"Whatever woke up in you last night, you keep it quiet until we know what we're dealing with".
"We being?"
"Your grandfather and me," Aldric answered calmly. "Nobody else for now".
Kael ran through several things in his head- Edran telling him to listen, Maren sealing the records, his father walking away from something he sensed before it came, the certainty still sitting in his chest from the night before, that something past those trees had felt what the stone broadcast.
"Alright," he said.
Aldric held his eyes for a beat, checking whether the agreement was real, then he nodded once and walked back toward the settlement interior.
Kael stayed at the north edge and looked at the Wilds for a while. The wrong-bent trees didn't move, the dark between them stayed where it was.
But it was the kind of staying-still that has weight behind it.
He went inside.