The hall was silent.
“Hello?” I managed. “Heart of my Heart?”
It felt wrong to tiptoe down that sacred place, watched by Hearts long past, or at least, by their paintings. Many bore a stern, regal look, but when the Cardus family came into view, their eyes were full of warmth, courage and trust.
That was a sire you’d be proud of, they’d said. I’d said.
“Heart of my Heart?”
Icarus Cardus was my sire. When I was born from the earth, his kindly eyes were the first thing I saw.
And now, the forges dead, eyes closed…never again.