At first, the only response was the crackle of electrical discharge. Then, hurried footsteps blared through the lobby. From a side hallway emerged an old man, walking as fast as his cane would allow. He had short gray hair that was messed up and static-ridden. His clothes were worn purple robes that looked to be incredibly ancient. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice powerful and booming. "Leave this place at once."
Azzanadra bowed. "Please, sir," he said in his most humble tone. "I want to stay. You see, I believe I was born here."
The man's eyes widened. "Impossible," he said. "Are you...Azzanadra?"
"Yes!" Azzanadra exclaimed. "How do you know who I am?"
The old man staggered back against the wall. "I never expected you to return." He finally gathered himself. "I am a Sage of Tyssouga, a guardian of the Sacred Orbs of the Decaphim. My name is Summarus...and you are my son."
The last words hung in the air for a while before Azzanadra could process them. "You're...my father?" he asked.
Summarus nodded. "I'm sorry, Azzanadra. I know you must be upset."
"You abandoned me!" Azzanadra barked. "You sent me away to Thida to fend for myself!"
"We did not! We were well aware that there was a branch of the Fourth Family in Thida that would take you in. We knew you would be taken care of!"
Azzanadra was still burning. "But why? Why did I have to leave my home?"
Summarus lowered his gaze. "It wasn't easy, you know. Your mother, Semele, and I thought long and hard about it. But we knew that there were more opportunities for you out in the outside world. You would be worse off trapped in this city. Think, Azzanadra, did we make a good decision?"
Azzanadra was about to make a quick answer, but then he thought back. He remembered his time in Thida, the cutthroat politics, and his name--The Demon of the Fourth Family. Then, his world shifted to the desert of Kharid, the finding of a boy, and the path he had taken since.
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