Asper
Ryldom followed, and helped with the baby’s delivery. When she was out he held her high above his head. Chanting in the language of the ancients. “Darkur Lo Ici!” “Hope is here.”
Ingtia’s mother smiled fatigued and fragile. “What do you mean Great Mage?”
“The mark of the mages, the ancient mages, and this child was born with it.” Ryldom handed the baby girl to her mother. “She will save us. In due time.”
“Asper.” Her mother whispered. “It means savior.” Her mother ran her fingers over the twirled lines marked on Asper’s back, the mark of the mages. Thus Rivendell had hope, for Rivendell had Asper.
Ingtia’s mother smiled fatigued and fragile. “What do you mean Great Mage?”
“The mark of the mages, the ancient mages, and this child was born with it.” Ryldom handed the baby girl to her mother. “She will save us. In due time.”
“Asper.” Her mother whispered. “It means savior.” Her mother ran her fingers over the twirled lines marked on Asper’s back, the mark of the mages. Thus Rivendell had hope, for Rivendell had Asper.