Caspian Fontaine
"Yes, Uncle. I am ready to go home."
As the words left my lips, a subtle smile danced across Uncle Callorus's face. He acknowledged my readiness with a nod, his eyes reflecting a mix of pride and an understanding of the weight this decision carried.
In a rare display of familial warmth, Uncle Callorus placed his hand on the back of my head, a gesture that felt both comforting and supportive. Gently, he drew me closer until our foreheads touched—an intimate connection that transcended the formality of our relationship. The moment lingered briefly, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that bound us through blood and shared responsibilities.
As we separated, Uncle Callorus shifted his attention to the Atlantean soldiers surrounding us. With a commanding presence, he direc
