Elias
I slept even worse than I had the night before. I couldn’t settle my brain down. It was swirling with questions about my father. Had Patricia really known him? Did he seek refuge from Black Wing because he knew that she wouldn’t have turned him away? And what about Ludo? Could it possibly be true that my father wasn’t Bartholomew? Do I really have another family out there?
Around and around and around went the questions all night long. When the sun finally rose in the sky, I heard the voices of the warriors heading to training. Figuring I wouldn’t have any better luck sleeping now than before, I got up and went out to join them for morning training.
“Hey lad!” Argus greeted me as I wandered my way down the hall, following the hordes of men to the training grounds. “Did you sleep
