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Third of Melora
Era 15 Post Fractum
Era 1 of the Celestine Mandate
Winter, 12th Candlemark
In the midst of the lavish scenery encompassing the beautiful Black family's residence, a lone figure known as Fenrir Black - son of Fafnir and Ashura Black - the owners of the Black Residence. The trees and flowers, although tethered by a thick snow padding, shone clearly as the sun merely escaped through the clouds. He walked through the forestry, making his way into the home of his parents, a comfortable lodge suitable for any retired couple looking to escape every day life and simply rest for the rest of their lifetimes.
From out of the residence stood two middle-aged humans, one older-looking male and a relatively young looking lady. However ironic it was, Ashura Black was actually older than Fafnir. They seemed to be talking to each other, but as they saw Fenrir heading towards them in the distance, their faces quickly brightened up and a smile replaced their nonchalant expressions. They waved relentlessly at their son, happy to see him after such a long time of separation.
"My Son!" called out Fafnir, who seemed to be overly excited. Fenrir's eyes lit up and he ran directly towards his parents at full speed.
"Father, Mother! What a long time!" Ashura smiled gleefully, embracing her son in a warm hug. Fenrir gladly accepted the hug, including his father as well in the seemingly primitive recollection.
"I hope you're happy to be back home." Asserted Ashura. Fenrir nodded acquittingly.
"Good, because now you're going to work for us!" Fenrir's smile soon dimmed out into a frown.
"I should've known." groaned Fenrir as he scratched his hair. Fafnir chuckled in a elder-like fashion.
"Indeed you should've! With a brain inherited by none othe than Fa-" He was soon caught off by Ashura, who precariously trudged her fist into Fafnir's stomach.
"Urgh...I should've known." Both Fenrir and Ashura laughed.
"So what type of work are you planning for me?" asked Fenrir, reluctant on getting an answer.
"Repair doors, clean up rooms?" Fenrir's parents looked at him quizzically.
"Clean up rooms? Why would I ever let my son do that?" inferred Ashura as she looked at Fenrir sternly.
What has he been introduced to during all this time. Thought Ashura as she soon spoke.
"Your father is going to teach you how to run this place, Fenrir. You're going to be manager." Manager, a title most took for granted. Fenrir stared in amazement.
"Manager huh? Pretty sweet. I guess I'm getting payed?" Fafnir suddenly interrupted,
"Of course you're getting payed! Now come inside...I have things to teach you."