Rogue Legacy by Jeffrey L. Kohanek (classic reads .txt) 📖

“I’m to move into one of those rooms next week.”

“Yes, but only if you pass the exam.” Jane stared hard at Harman, her expression serious “An education at the Academy will expand your possible paths in life. You might even exhibit skill with magic, like your grandfather. There might be a few Ministry members who can do the things he can, but I have yet to see anyone who is his equal.”

Harman grinned. “Perhaps he’ll teach me?”

“He’ll be back soon. You can ask him. But don’t expect much unless you’re a student at the Academy first.”

“But my father cannot do many of the things from your story.”

Jane shrugged. “Your father is a healer, but he never exhibited the knack for other magic. He eventually left the Academy and agreed to start a temple in Nor Torin. That’s where he met your mother.”

“Yes, that’s a story I have heard numerous times.” Harman stood. “Excuse me, ma’am. I want to study a bit more before tomorrow’s test.”

She nodded. “Very well.”

Harman turned toward the stairs, stopping after a step.

“I’m curious. You know the song you taught me when I was little? The one children sing when playing knucklebones?”

Jane smiled. “Yes.”

“I find it odd that so little information about Tallinor and the Emblem Throne can be found in my history books, yet people sing of him every day.”

“I wrote that song hoping that people would remember him, remember that he was a good king and a man of integrity.”

“You wrote the song?”

She shrugged. “Yes. Perhaps you will teach it to your own grandchildren someday.”

Harman grunted at the thought before darting up the stairs. He closed the door behind him and shook the glowlamp, adding blue light to the sunlight streaming through the window. Rather than setting the glowlamp down, he stared at it, recalling that Lyra… that his grandmother had invented the first glowlamp. It seemed something so simple, yet everyone he had ever known owned one and used it daily.

He set the lamp on the desk and sat in the chair, opening a book. Thoughts of magic teased his imagination, stirring all sorts of new possibilities. Harman wondered what his future might hold, what discoveries awaited him, and what legacy he might leave behind.