Randomness

“The greatest knight that had ever lived”… sat in his room yawning as he flipped pages of a book he was reading. He felt himself more suited to become a scholar than to be “the greatest knight that had ever lived.” As a child, he had taken a liking to hearing stories. He had always snuck out of the house to listen to traveling storytellers.

“The Legends of Trevlan… Who are the gods, you ask? Well, they are real, boys and girls, and it would do you well to worship and heed them…for once, there was one named Prydre, the Chosen One. He that was chosen by the gods defeated countless sources of evil and saved the lands…but then, he became cursed by the gods. He fended off all that they hurled. The Legend of Prydre. There’s nothing to say in fear of the gods’ wrath except to say that Prydre disappeared and has never been seen again…”

His name was Lucas. Lucas, meaning gold in one language and kindhearted in another.

He had never fully believed in the existence of the gods. He could never, he felt, until he found hard evidence. Despite that, he loved to read of mythical heroes and adventures. When guests visited, Lucas would, during dinner while idle talk occurred, dream of the possibilities of being a scholarly warrior, a warrior of knowledge, not of weapons.

“Good night, mother,” Lucas sighed.

“Good night, Lucas dear,” Lucas’s mother said as she closed the door and shut out the light that had been streaming through the open door, leaving the room in darkness. Lucas looked up at the ceiling. He raised his hand and traced with a finger a path along the ceiling. The figures on the ceiling radiated faint glows, dim enough not to disrupt a person’s sleep, but light enough for the same person to see them. Lucas slipped out from under his covers and pushed his feet into slippers. Quietly, he made his way to the door and left his room.

            The doors to the library were loud and creaky. Lucas didn’t mind them. He quietly slipped through and went straight to a bookshelf in the back of the library. He yawned and plucked a book out from behind the shelf. He plopped down on a lounge chair and curled up into a comfortable position. The book rested on his lap and he read.