ALTOR The Shadow Rebellion (The Chronicles of Ageron)

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ALTOR: The Shadow Rebellion (The Chronicles of Ageron) the warmth of a moist drizzle, only then realising that I have been crying. For how long I cannot say, but I most certainly know the cause. My parents and sister died in a fatal accident when I was only five years old. On my fifth birthday to be precise. My parents were both twenty-six when they died, and Anabelle only six months old. Their lives had been prematurely stripped away from them. From me. I’d always thought of my parents as invincible, a thought I know perfectly well is impossible, but it’s how I considered them nonetheless. I don’t remember much at all about that night. Instead I must rely on what information I am told. The story I have always been provided is that there was an explosion caused by a gas leak, but I’ve never believed that for a second. No gas leak could have killed my parents. Of that, I’m sure. My grandparents raised me from that night, and every time I question them about what happened they either repeat the same story, or refuse to explain it again. It has become quite the touchy subject, as any topic involving lost loved ones is. But I have promised myself I will find the answers to the questions that haunt me. One way or another. Unable to bear looking at their smiling faces a moment longer, I begin to move off. As I walk away, I turn around a final time and take one last glimpse of the family I once belonged. The moment I do, a crushing thought strikes me. Today is my birthday. My fifteenth birthday. Ten years to the day my family was so undeservedly taken from me. A once happy occasion, now overcome by sadness and loss. A day I have grown to hate. As I distance myself from the photographs, I straighten one of the crooked frames using my telekinesis, before turning right way round and bowing my head, allowing the tears to fall freely ! 15"
ALTOR: The Shadow Rebellion (The Chronicles of Ageron) down my face. I don’t look up until I can feel the tears disappearing, and when I do I find myself standing at the bottom of the grand staircase, not noticing I had walked down it. I continue down the hallway that leads off the staircase, relieved that the pain that had been haunting my muscles has now almost disappeared completely. ‘Aurellius,’ I hear the familiar voice of my grandmother emerge from the dining room I’d just passed. I carefully backtrack the few steps I’d overshot the dining room, and turn into it, where I find my grandparents sitting at the table, sharing a pot of their daily morning tea. ‘Ajay, Gran,’ I correct her. Only my grandparents ever refer to me by my birth name, despite my making it perfectly clear how much I hate it being used. My full name is Aurellius Jay Samuels. Who has a name that bad? I do. Everybody who is not my grandparents knows me as Ajay; a name I much prefer. My birth name isn’t exactly something I’m entirely proud of. That being said, it does hold meaning, as do all other names for Guardians. A meaningful name is said to set us apart from those Sorcerers who do not bear the added responsibility of protecting our people. According to my grandparents, my name means The Golden One. Something I am yet to see for myself. ‘We thought you’d never wake up,’ my smiling grandfather says sarcastically. I look a lot more like my grandfather, and even my grandmother for that matter, than I do my parents. Judging by the photographs, at least. Although he only stands slightly taller than I, he has a presence about him that makes him appear ten times larger than he actually is. As with any other Sorcerer, he has piercing, almost glowing eyes; his a vibrant shade of blue like ! 16"
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