He was powerful, proud, everything she had hoped he would be.
Kyra didn’t even need to ask if he was her uncle – she sensed it with every ounce of her body. Then, to Kyra’s amazement, Leo and Andor stood at attention, as if the man had silently commanded them. Instead, they walked forward and licked the man’s hand, as if they had known him forever. Leo and Andor stepped toward him and Kyra was surprised they did not snarl as usual. It was a strong hand, muscular, yet surprisingly smooth, and he helped her to her feet. He lowered a hand, and she reached up and took it, standing, her legs stiff from the long night of sitting before the tower. Soon enough she would know everything about the woman she had always longed to know. Finally, she would get the truth – there would be no more secrets in her life. Here was the man who knew who her mother was. Hearing him speak, she felt not only a connection to him, but even more exciting, to her mother. His voice resounded through her, a voice so familiar, so much like hers. To her amazement and delight, he carried only a single item: a golden staff. He was obviously a warrior, proud and noble, yet he did not carry any swords, any shields, weapons of any sort.
She felt a sense of belonging in the world. For the first time, she felt connected to someone, to a powerful bloodline, to something greater than herself. For the first time in her life, she really felt it. She had always felt like a stranger in this world, disconnected to any true lineage – but now, seeing this man’s face, his high, chiseled cheekbones, his flashing gray eyes, a man who stood tall and proud, with broad shoulders, muscular, dressed in shining gold chain-mail armor, with light brown hair that went down to his chin, unshaven, in his forties, perhaps, she realized he was special. She had never met anyone who bore her resemblance – not even her father, as much as she hoped. Kyra was amazed: he looked startlingly like her. Her heart slammed with anticipation as he stepped forward out of the light and she saw his face. Here was her mother’s brother, the only link she had to the mother she never knew. Here, finally, was the man she had traveled across Escalon to meet, the man that would reveal her destiny, the man who would train her. She blinked in disbelief as he stepped into view.
Kyra looked up into the breaking dawn and saw a figure standing over her, a silhouette against the rising sun, a man she knew could only be her uncle.
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