Interlude 5

“Ready for round three?” A familiar voice resounded from a few feet behind Amaranth.

The silver hair, silver eyed, pale skinned half elf turned around to see… nothing. “Yes.” She told the voice. Her shadow grew darker than a pool of ink for a moment before a man materialized in front of her with a step. “How was your vacation?”

The man turned around to face her, his void black hair not moving in the slightest with the motion, it was almost uncanny. His silver eyes met hers. “More like a field trip but I think Cel had fun.” He replied. “Rested up?”

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Amaranth shook her head. “There is no such thing. Always more work to do.” She explained. Before she had even finished a wave of power washed through her removing any exhaustion that had built up. “I believe I am ready for another stint.”

“You need an assistant.” Her father told her. “It’s not good to work too much.”

Amaranth frowned. “I will not shove my duties off onto someone else.” She replied evenly.

He waved her off. “It’s your time.” He conceded. “Come on, we have more volumes to write.”

“You mean I have more volumes to write.” She countered.

He waved her off again. “Sure, sure.” He took his seat and crossed his legs so his left ankle was resting on his right knee. He leaned to the side and set his left elbow on the armrest and propped his cheek on his fist. Amaranth took her seat and readied her pen and a fresh sheet of paper. “Ready, oh great writer of words?” He asked.

“When you are, oh great ‘Lord of all that is dark’.” She replied.

“Good.” He spoke with some of his divine right to rule leaking out in the word and a grin. “Then let us begin.”