A sight to remember

After, that night's incident, George tried several times to reach Charles, but he remained steadfast and determined to prevent the prophecy from coming true. Charles believed that there was no point in dwelling on the past and its secrets. He refused to see his son die for a sin that was not theirs to begin with. Besides, the Sagans, the born magicians, enjoyed centuries of power before being overthrown by the made magicians. The fittest survived. That is not injustice. That is nature. George simply gave up on his son but kept his mind focused on raising Reagan.

In the current times....

George is standing by the window looking attentively at Reagan who was training her death mage skills with the tutor he hired 15 years ago. There she was standing tall with an impressive, muscular frame that exuded both power and grace. Her face defined by sharp, yet feminine features, boasted high cheekbones that made her undisputably resemble her father and grandfather. Her attractive hereditary traits were accentuated by permanent mischievous grinning eyes that could disarm even the most guarded hearts.

She was only sixteen, but she could put up a good fight, even if her abilities were limited by the magical artefacts, earrings and a ring she wore. George chuckles proudly as Margaret joined him at the window. Then he said, "My... my... the artefacts you blessed are doing the trick. They limit her powers and maintain the illusion." Margaret handed him a cup of coffee as she said, "At least the artefacts are giving her red eyes like we wanted. Unfortunately, it failed to change her hair colour to something more discreet. It is so... strange." She put her hand on George's back and leaned closer to him shyly, "I guess her Lagini blood is stronger than we thought. George blushed and said affectionately, "You've done more than ... enough. Passing as a Malvolius will allow her to show more of her abilities under the radar. After all, they are only second to the Lagini.".

The training ended, and once her tutor was out of sight, she teleported to the room where her grandparents were. Margaret said happily with a smile, "You are such a quick learner, Rea. I am going to treat you to your favourite meal."

George, still turning his back on her, said with a tone of disapproval:" Child... we have talked about this. You are not to display your life-magic skills for all to see." He turned to her with a serious look as he continued: "That would cost you your freedom. You are a rarity...". Before he could finish she cut him off and changed shape to look and sound like him as she said, "You are a rarity and if you are caught they will open you up like a lab rat.".

George opened his mouth, confused as to how to respond to such an unruly child. Margaret looked back and forth, laughing louder than usual at this innocent display of genius. George coughed uncomfortably and said: "Quite similar, I think I am more handsome. Seriously... be more careful, will you, child?" She changed back and nodded, pouting.

Margaret smiled to herself, happy to notice a little more each day how this child had changed her gloomy husband. The child brought back into their lives something they had lost... Peace and hope.