The closer their boat crept toward the dark castle looming above them, the farther away Silas felt he wanted to be. Neither the boat's enchantment sat quite right with him nor could the boy of noble lineage imagine such a prestigious school flinging its doors wide for children of all walks and wealth. There was respect in the rank of Midshipman, such that he would graduate with from the Naval College if he attended, both to the man's skill and his breeding. When he attended, Silas insisted on himself, he need only convince his parents of what he'd learned now.
He was confident they would hardly admire a child of privilege mingling with commoners, no matter how ordained. Even Moses was brother to royalty.
Silas wasn't about to dismiss his counterparts in the boat on breeding alone, they could hardly help the station of their birth any more than his. The boat's rocking helped soothe him as well, until only his curiosity over a word remained. Each of the girls had their own explanation, and between them Silas could hardly tell which was the more informed about the nature of Muggleborns. "Only, two commoners couldn't possibly birth an Earl, unless—ahh! I believe I might have an understanding there."
He didn't, or very much, but if a King could raise a commoner to nobility, then perhaps divine fate could truly pluck a magical destiny out of one so obscure. Moses might have been brother to royalty, but David had no great blood in him. Only a calling and faith enough to topple a giant to prove himself to others. Silas squinted between the other children in the boat, wondering what they might do should a giant appear before them at the docks ahead.
"I can't say I know very much about magic, only that we must each answer His calling in our own ways and each according to our station." Silas had his own giant, a shadow by the name of Solomon, and one day he would have to face it. One day, he hoped, as an officer onboard a ship. As the castle's tall towers grew close enough above them that he might have reached out to touch them, if only his eyes alone could make such two objects meet, he tried to have faith that this was the place he was meant to be.
His calling, no matter how little he liked it.
He was confident they would hardly admire a child of privilege mingling with commoners, no matter how ordained. Even Moses was brother to royalty.
Silas wasn't about to dismiss his counterparts in the boat on breeding alone, they could hardly help the station of their birth any more than his. The boat's rocking helped soothe him as well, until only his curiosity over a word remained. Each of the girls had their own explanation, and between them Silas could hardly tell which was the more informed about the nature of Muggleborns. "Only, two commoners couldn't possibly birth an Earl, unless—ahh! I believe I might have an understanding there."
He didn't, or very much, but if a King could raise a commoner to nobility, then perhaps divine fate could truly pluck a magical destiny out of one so obscure. Moses might have been brother to royalty, but David had no great blood in him. Only a calling and faith enough to topple a giant to prove himself to others. Silas squinted between the other children in the boat, wondering what they might do should a giant appear before them at the docks ahead.
"I can't say I know very much about magic, only that we must each answer His calling in our own ways and each according to our station." Silas had his own giant, a shadow by the name of Solomon, and one day he would have to face it. One day, he hoped, as an officer onboard a ship. As the castle's tall towers grew close enough above them that he might have reached out to touch them, if only his eyes alone could make such two objects meet, he tried to have faith that this was the place he was meant to be.
His calling, no matter how little he liked it.
![[Image: gmrJODQ.png]](https://i.postimg.cc/C1CRPwJD/gmrJODQ.png)