"This boy of mine... His name is Alister Danet." Lucien's eyes clouded, as if plagued by some kind of guilt. "A made a promise in blood once to someone very important to me. Someone who became another victim in my fury. I promised that I would give the boy the skills he would need to survive and the truth. From there he could do what he wanted." There was something more to it than that. He was being awfully linear for some reason, and nothing could hide that. "We were being chased by mercenaries from high-class society members calling themselves the Iconoclast. I'll skip the history lecture behind their name. We were backed up, Alister got captured and they held him for ransom. The last thing I saw was that bastard hitting that boy with a sword pommel. And then..." He struggled with recalling the next part. It was a mixture of reluctance and genuine amnesia, like a horrible fever dream. "I lost control, to say the least. That's the last thing I remember before I woke up here outside these gates. I thought I was dead."