The Contracter's Conquest

Chapter 5: A Father's Resolve

The door creaked open, and Mark stepped inside, his face etched with fatigue. His clothes were slightly dusty, and his usually sharp eyes carried a weight that Sylas hadn't seen before. Lukas, sensing the tension in the air, rose from his seat.

"Good evening, Uncle Mark," Lukas greeted, his tone cautious but polite.

Mark nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze briefly resting on Lukas before shifting to Sylas. His expression softened slightly, though the lines of stress remained. Lukas cleared his throat, glancing between father and son.

"I should get going now," Lukas said, forcing a smile as he turned back to Sylas. "But please, think about what I said." His words hung in the air, heavier than they should have been.

Sylas hesitated but managed a nod. "I will. Take care, Lukas."

With a last glance, Lukas exited the house, closing the door softly behind him. The faint echo of his footsteps faded, leaving Sylas alone with his father.

The silence stretched for a moment before Mark stepped forward and, to Sylas's surprise, pulled him into a firm hug. Sylas froze at the unfamiliar gesture, feeling the tremor in his father's hands and the faint heaviness in his breathing.

"Father?" Sylas's voice wavered. "Is everything alright?"

Mark pulled back, resting his hands on Sylas's shoulders. His lips curved into a faint smile, but his eyes betrayed a swirl of emotions—relief, worry, and something more. "Everything will be fine now, son. I promise."

Sylas frowned, unconvinced. "What's going on?"

Mark shook his head, brushing the question aside. "Let's talk over dinner. Where's your mother?"

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The small dining room felt unusually tense as the family gathered around the table. The room was warm, lit by the flickering glow of a single lantern, and the aroma of stew filled the air. Despite the cozy setting, an undercurrent of unease rippled through the space.

Elara, seated beside Sylas, glanced at her husband. "Mark, what's going on? You've been so secretive lately, and now you're hugging Sylas out of nowhere. What's this about?"

Mark leaned back in his chair, folding his hands on the table. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "I have news," he began, his tone deliberate. "I've found a way for Sylas to use his ring."

Sylas's spoon clattered against his bowl as he froze mid-bite. Elara gasped, her hand flying to her chest.

"Father...is that true?" Sylas asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mark nodded. "Yes. I've been searching for months, following every lead I could find. Finally, I discovered the location of an artifact that might be the key to unlocking your ring."

"An artifact?" Elara echoed, her voice trembling. "What kind of artifact?"

Mark held up a hand. "I can't say much about it yet. All I know is that it holds the potential to solve Sylas's problem. But there's a catch—we need to leave tomorrow to retrieve it."

"Tomorrow?" Elara's voice rose in alarm. "Mark, that's so sudden. Are you sure about this?"

"I am," Mark replied firmly. "This is Sylas's chance, Elara. We can't afford to wait."

Sylas's thoughts whirled. The possibility of finally using his ring filled him with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. But another thought tugged at him—Lukas. He had wanted to see his friend again, perhaps for the last time. Yet, as he considered the situation, he realized it might be better this way. Lukas was moving forward, growing stronger. Sylas didn't want to hold him back.

"I'm ready," Sylas said, his voice steady. "I'll go with you."

Mark's shoulders relaxed slightly, and a flicker of pride crossed his face. "Good. We'll need to travel to the Duchy of Silva."

The mention of Silva piqued Sylas's interest. The Redwood Empire was vast, divided into four duchies: Silva, Frost, Lumos, and Nox. Each duchy was ruled by an ancient noble family, their power woven deeply into the empire's history. Florence, their humble town, fell under the jurisdiction of the Duchy of Lumos.

"The Duchy of Silva?" Elara repeated, her brow furrowed. "That's far from here. How long will this journey take?"

"A few weeks, depending on the weather and the roads," Mark answered. "But it's necessary. The artifact is there, and we must retrieve it."

Elara's worry was evident, but she didn't argue further. Instead, she reached out and placed a hand on Sylas's. "Promise me you'll be careful, both of you."

Sylas nodded. "I will, Mother."

The conversation shifted to practical matters—supplies, routes, and preparations for the journey. But as the evening wore on, Sylas found his mind drifting. The thought of leaving Florence, of venturing into the unknown, both thrilled and terrified him.

By the time the family retired for the night, the anticipation in Sylas's chest had grown into a steady flame. Tomorrow would mark the start of a new chapter in his life—a chance to uncover the truth about his ring and perhaps even his place in the world.

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