The Dawn of Malice

The Observer

The warmth of Ximena's workshop embraced Lucian as he stood by the doorway, watching Erasmus and Ximena engage in animated conversation. It was a heartwarming sight to witness, the reunion of family after years of estrangement. Lucian couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment for his friend, even amidst the tumultuous times they all found themselves in.

He leaned against a workbench, a small smile playing at his lips as he observed the two of them catching up on lost time. The clinking of coffee cups and the murmur of their voices created a soothing backdrop, momentarily drowning out the chaos of the world beyond the workshop's walls.

Erasmus's laughter echoed through the space, the sound carrying a hint of nostalgia and genuine happiness. Ximena's expressive gestures punctuated her words, her aquamarine eyes sparkling with energy. Lucian found himself momentarily lost in their interaction, a brief respite from the weight of their shared burdens.

As their conversation continued, Lucian's gaze wandered to the tools and gadgets that adorned the workshop, each a testament to Ximena's dedication and creativity. He felt a pang of admiration for her resilience, the way she had carved out her path despite the challenges that life had thrown her way.

Eventually, the conversation began to wind down, and Erasmus's attention turned toward Lucian. A warm smile tugged at Lucian's lips as he approached them, the camaraderie between them palpable.

"Lucian, my boy!" Erasmus exclaimed, extending his hand in greeting.

Lucian clasped Erasmus's hand firmly, returning the smile. "It's good to see you again, Erasmus."

Ximena's eyes met his, and she offered a friendly nod. "Lucian, you're welcome to stay with us for a few days. It's the least we can do after you helped us at Verdania."

Lucian's smile widened, genuine gratitude in his expression. "Thank you, Ximena. I truly appreciate it, but I'm afraid I can't stay for long."

Erasmus raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And where are you off to in such a hurry?"

Lucian's gaze flickered to the window, his thoughts drifting to Caerus and the journey that lay ahead. "I need to catch up with Caerus. He's on his way to confront some challenges, and I want to be there to support him."

Ximena's brows furrowed with concern. "Is everything all right?"

Lucian nodded reassuringly trying his hardest to sell the lie. "Yes, it's nothing life-threatening, but he could use a friend by his side. Besides, we've been through a lot together, and I want to make sure he's not facing these trials alone."

Erasmus's eyes softened with understanding. "Well, my friend, take this with you." He handed Lucian a small leather pouch. "It's a blend of herbs I've prepared. It should help ease your worries and keep you grounded."

Lucian accepted the pouch with gratitude, his fingers brushing over the supple leather. "Thank you, Erasmus. I'll make sure to put it to good use."

"And please, Lucian," Ximena stepped closer, her expression earnest. "If you change your mind or need any help along the way, don't hesitate to reach out."

Lucian's heart warmed at their genuine concern. "I appreciate that, Ximena. Thank you."

As Lucian prepared to take his leave, Ximena offered to arrange transportation for him. However, he politely declined, giving the excuse that he wanted some time to think as he walked. While it was true that he needed space for his thoughts, the real reason was the nagging unease he felt within the confines of a vehicle.

With heartfelt farewells, Lucian left the workshop, a fresh loaf of bread tucked under his arm, and the leather pouch safely stowed in his bag. The chilly air of the city greeted him as he stepped outside, and as he set off toward the train station, his mind whirred with a mix of determination and anticipation for the road that lay ahead.