Developing A Spark

The morning came quickly.

Lyra was up early, and so was Xanth who was  already used to waking up early. He was with Lyra in the front yard, teaching her and helping her master her new found magic art because Ryder had said he was best suited to being her teacher than anyone else. Maybe it was for the fact that he was half Khione and half Axeris; the spawn of the former ruler of Axeris, Lord Dixon d’Croix, Ryder’s father, and his Khione mother who he only knew as Naphtalia, the Khione female sacrificed in the previous year of Osyron.

Or maybe it was because Ryder could not bare to have Lyra out of his sight and with someone not on his list of trusted people. Whatever the case, he had appointed Xanth to be in charge of her training.

She giggled loudly, her pleasant voice rang out across the front yard and anyone could tell that see was having herself some fun training with Xanth as her teacher. She was summoning balls of white energy at random and