The Man At The Door After breakfast, Luc huddled in his bed and opened his favorite book, The Warriors of E’wynland. Glancing at a perfectly sketched drawing of a handsome eagle with dark matted hair and blue eyes, he thought of him, then his father. This particular eagle happened to be the ‘villain’ of the story. His father wasn’t a villain. At least Luc hoped so. The thing was that Luc didn’t really know much about his father, but he liked to imagine him like the most wonderful man in the world. Other times he would waste away hours imagining what he was like. He was kind, considerate, and a brilliant storyteller. His thoughts were interrupted by a KLUNK at the door. Imagining Mica collapsing next to the door made Luc run to the place as fast as he could. Yanking the door open, he saw not Mica nor anyone else he knew. He saw a man. The man was unconscious, although why Luc didn’t know. As he stared hard at the man, he saw something familiar. He didn’t know what, but he kept thinking he had seen this man somewhere before...at the market maybe? Luc didn’t think so. He looked at the man once more. This man looked kind. He had a gnarled mass of wavy black hair that reached halfway down his head. Luc didn’t know what to do. He felt the forehead of the wrecked man. It was burning hot, and his face was set with a fierce determination that told Luc that he had come here on important business. Luc was glad the man fell here instead of in the middle of the woods where nobody could help him. Luc rushed to the kitchen, where he grabbed a rag and dipped it into the wash basin. The water was cold and fresh. He supposed that this would help with the man’s fever. He ran back to the man and placed the rag onto his wrinkled forehead. Just then, Mica entered the door, holding a basket with an enveloping odor. She quickly glanced at the man, then did a double take. Her soft brown eyes opened wide, then she dropped her basket and started crying. Luc was taken aback. “What is the matter?” He asked Mica. “I knew this man,” Mica said. “Who is he?” “A dear friend,” Mica clenched a fist at her beautifully knitted shawl. “Well, he is only unconscious, not dead. What is his name?” “I know, but I am just so happy to see him,” Mica wiped her eyes that were glowing with a deep happiness. “His name is Breccson. Breccson Delrick.”
#3 | Breccson Awakes coming soon!
