The Forsaken Hero

Following the encounter with the Pope, I was left to continue on with my life at the Divine Throne. Being free of an escort was both a blessing and a curse, having a greater impact than any of the other commands. The most notable change was a lack of respect among the regular slaves and priests. A Father was a noble figure, one whose very presence commanded subservience. Without his notable presence clearing the hallway and smoothing over contention, life became more difficult. On a positive note, without oversight, I could spend as much time as I wanted, which inevitably led me to the library.

I sighed contentedly as the musty smell of paper washed over me, welcoming me to my haven. Thron glanced up when I entered, beckoning me to him as soon as we locked eyes.

"Congratulations on the duel," he said, smiling widely as he patted me on the head.

I flinched at his touch, unused to the affection. Of course, it was natural considering he was old enough to be my grandfather, but was he really alright with touching my horns like that?

"Thank you," I said, relieved when he finally removed his hand. My discomfort disappeared, however, when the slave crest trembled, and I hurriedly amended my words. "B-but the real credit belongs to Soltair."

"Is that so," Thron said, "I noticed the absence of the Father. Did you earn a few privileges back?"

I thought for a moment, not daring to make a mistake with my words. "No, circumstances changed and I’m allowed to roam at my leisure."

Thron nodded, stroking his beard and scrutinizing me. After a moment, he gave a short nod and sat back in his chair. "In that case, what can I help you with today?"

It took a moment for me to reply. His familiar attitude was rather distracting, not to mention unfamiliar. Still, he was the librarian, and I’d learned to use him whenever possible.