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-Upon you, We bestow the following Divine Commandment-
Reach The Heavenly Sword-
Rowan Segmunt was many things. He had been called many things more. A demon, a soldier, a swordsman, a soulless devil, an unworthy pupil, an unworthy disciple-brother, a good Vollachian, an villai and more besides.
None of this matters.
All that he dreamt of while he slept was the instant that deemed him worthy of the hallowed title of Stargazer.
Not that he valued that title, either.
The only thing that mattered, that ever mattered, that will ever matter, is the Heavenly Sword.
He had dreamt of it as an infant, conceptualised it as a boy, found it as a young man, and chased after it ever since.
But…
The Heavenly Sword eluded him.
The Heavenly Sword was beyond the reach of mere mortals.
The Heavenly Sword was a glint in his sword, forever shining into his eyes, forever just half a step beyond his reach.
So he took another step.
Rowan welcomed his firstborn.
So he stumbled.
The forge burned too hot for the weapon.
So he took another step.
The foundry proved too stifling.
He did not stumble again.
The weapon needed proper quenching to be functional, he found.
He knew the way.
the material for the weapon must be treated before the forging may begin.
The path may be long…
The material must be treated delicately until it grows sufficiently. A true forging cannot begin till the material first grasps a sword.
His goal may stay half-a-step away from his reach even still…
The material grows far, far too slowly, this one was disposed of prematurely.
But he won’t ever lose hope.
This time, something is different…
This one… held a star within its eyes.
He began to turn, to utterly disregard the mother, some woman he wouldn’t deign to remember even a minute hence, just like every other before her.
Something about the material in his arms made him hesitate.
He let the woman hold it in her arms. They won’t ever meet again. It would be too much of a hassle.
“Hello, my star…” the woman whispered, almost too low for him to hear.
”Hello, my Altaïr of the night, know that you were born beloved.”
The woman smiled at the cooing little unforged material in her arms and closed her eyes.
The man was a bit surprised. He had expected to end her himself.
The baby in his arms, he walked to his estate.