“Seanathair, you must control the power you channel!”

Seanathair looked at the wizard who had been his mentor almost all his life.

“Master, I will try.”

He had been elected the head of the order three harvests ago, yet he never stopped calling the old man Master. This was his family.

He looked at Verdek lying on his bed, he was so frail and small now.

“Master, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Verdek was drifting now. His time was short.

He had always blamed himself for what ailed Verdek, he had been injured saving Seanathair.

As Verdek’s breathing slowed, he looked into his eyes trying to fix it in his mind forever.

He placed his hand on Verdek’s head and tried to join with him. It hadn’t worked since Verdek had been injured.

Master, hear me.

...

I hear you

Please forgive me. He cried.

There is nothing to forgive. I love you. I am so proud of you.

Seanathair could feel everything. He knew he heard Verdek’s soul.

He felt Verdek’s heart stop and the link weaken.

I love you.

The link broke.