Conor arrived home later again, to find the lights off in their small apartment.
He sighed.
Four years, and he and Jessica were no closer to having a real relationship. These new hours were not going to make that any easier either, not that she’d care.
He drifted into an uneasy sleep. Dreams of wings beating the air as he drifts through warm air currents and floated through the clouds captivated his imagination.
The next morning, he awoke to Jessica again wrenching the covers over his bed. “Up! Family meeting today.” She declared while looking at Conor with a disapproving frown.
“What does that have to do with me? I thought most of the Cochan family preferred I never show my face around them.” Conor complained, desperately searching for any scrap of warm cloth he could find.
“Isn't the twenty-fifth birthday of the faithful followers of Celia supposed to be symbolic? We are expecting a representative from the temple to deliver any inheritance to you.” Jess scorned.
“What does that have to do with your family? The blessing of Celia is sacred, not some trifle event.” Conor was surprised that they have finally realized that he is already twenty-five years old.
“You should feel honored that my family is taking the time to be present. After all, you don’t have any living family to join you.” Jess replied in an unmistakable sneering tone.
“Why? Are they hoping I’ll just hand over anything my mother left me?” Conor sneered, subconsciously clutching the pendant under his shirt.
He hasn’t forgotten his mother saying in the letter that he shouldn’t give it to anyone who seeks it.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that. We clothed and fed you the last few years, it's only natural for you to compensate us.”
“And what of us? Our marriage? Has our marriage been nothing more than some long con to take any money I might get? And I stress MIGHT!”
“HA, your mother was the priestess of Celia. The Dragon god has one of the wealthiest hoards in the land. Celia would not see one of her children go hungry. As for our marriage, if you can still call it that after what you have put me through, is supposed to be an even sharing of work and wealth. So anything you get is just back pay for the lack of income you have had over the last few years.” Jess laughed wryly, ignoring the painful look on Conor’s face.
Conor chuckled bitterly.
He had gone into a deep depression after the temple was sacked, and even lost his business to betrayal. With the so-called ‘assistance’ of the Cochan family, life had been even more miserable than expected.
So much for the blessing of Celia.
Then a wicked thought crossed his mind. “you just want me there because someone invited Kelan!”
“You shut up!” hissed Jessica, spinning and raising a fist at Conor. “you will not mention that name in my house, not now, not ever!”
Her blonde hair was askew in her fury, her brown eyes turning almost black in hate at the mention of Kelan Benedict.
So I am still the tool that shields you against Kelan, right? Conor held his tongue but glared back at her, feeling deeply hurt and betrayed.
He knew full well how she regarded him these days. He had hoped that as the years went on, something more might have formed between them, but he could clearly see Jessica and her family were solely after whatever the temple might gift him for his inheritance.
He honestly doubted the temple would give anything more than his own mother had managed to send him through Mr. Nuri. After all, while he had been raised there among the monks, he had never been inducted into their ranks. The Dovari Order was very secretive and even their name was not widely known by those outside the walls of the temple.
“I will be ready shortly.” he breathed out.
“Good. We are meeting at father’s board room at noon. Don’t be late.”
“Noon! It's seven am! Why did you wake me like this?!” Conor protested.
Jessica just smirked and left.
An hour later, Conor found himself sipping on a steaming mug of spiced tea outside the apartment.
As he leaned against the walkway railing and looked out over the crowded mass of concrete that made up this section of the city, he sighed.
He couldn’t bring himself to be in the tiny apartment while Jessica was in there, at least, not now when she was being so toxic, yet being out here didn’t provide the relief he was hoping for either.
His soul ached for the open sky and green forest.
He chuckled to himself. What did he know of such things? He had not seen a forest since his younger days when he lived at the temple. Even then, his wanderings were limited to the small crop of trees behind the sanctuary.
He had rarely been allowed to wander to the real forest or mountains. The door to his right opened and a shaggy brown head of hair popped out. “Conner, is that you?”
“Yea Yuri, it's me. What are you doing awake? Figured you would have been up all night working on that game of yours.”
“It's almost done! you have to come see it!”
“I have to go in a bit Yuri.”
“Oh, come on! I promise it won’t take long.”
Just then, the tug or vision that had appeared twice before came again, and Conor frowned.
What did he have to lose? NOTHING! So why not follow this instinct again? It had worked out well enough so far.
He turned and followed Yuri into his dark apartment. The windows were all covered with thick curtains and there was a huge screen along the back wall with a massive chair before it.
“Sit here!” Yuri exclaimed, pulling a swivel chair over for Conor. From what Conor could tell in the few times he'd visited, Yuri was indeed a genius.
It was a shame none of the major tech companies had picked him up due to his age. At just fifteen, Yuri was rather young but that didn’t hold his brain back.
Yuri shoved a controller into Conor’s hand and started explaining the modifications he had made.
Conor was impressed. This system was ready to launch! “Yuri, what do you need to get this game released?”
Yuri slumped at the question. “Playbox would be perfect for it but right now no one will buy it. I would need 10,000 copper dragons to have a complete system to present at this year’s gaming convention. The software is all here, but without the marketing and my own system…”
Yuri chuckled and then shrugged. “Just think, a single gold dragon could get enough marketing to let it compete with the big games. But that's a whole year's wage. My mom has a hard enough time earning enough for food and housing, let alone extra for me to have.”
Yuri bit his lips before continuing, “Those corporate pricks just laugh me out the doors when I try to pitch it. They tell me to come back when I get my tech degree. If I could present at the convention, everyone would see how amazing the game really is!”
Conor felt the wheels of his mind turning. The need to take action built as he saw the possibilities of an investment in a game. Here was a creator, young as he was, that had already created a brilliant game, that Conor himself had seen, played and even helped beta test with Yuri.
He had been playing this game with Yuri for over a year through its various development stages and Conor knew just how well designed it was. The graphics were impressive, and the whole story was extremely immersive.
Now that Mr. Liam Nuri was holding his inheritance money, possibilities began to unfold.
“Yuri…. I am going to give you a number. Call it later today. I believe you will get the funding you need.” He handed Yuri one of Mr. Nuri’s cards.
“Seriously? This man would invest in my game? Is he a game owner?”
“No, but he is a lawyer who represents investors. He represents Dreadnaught Investment firm. Give me a chance to chat with him so he knows to expect your call, but I think he will be a good match for you.”
Conor looked at Yuri for a long moment before saying, “You will have to present your full pitch, the whole idea you have for the game, and detail for him what you need to get it launched, but you said you have already done that before in front of others, yes?”
“I mean, yea. I approached several gaming companies and even the bank but they wouldn't even let me put the game on the screen. They just assumed that I was too young to have a complete game ready to go! If someone will actually let me show them the whole thing like you, it stands a chance! That is why I need to go to the convention!” Yuri explained.
Conor nodded. “I will give Mr. Nuri a call. I believe if I ask, he will give you the meeting you need. After that, it's going to be up to you to convince him.”
A loud banging on the door drew their attention.
“Conor, If you’re in there playing video games again, So help me! You’re just asking for divorce you lazy ass lout!” came Jessica’s shrill voice.
Yuri looked over at him sympathetically. “She is hot,” the lewd teen gesturing as if holding two melons, “I’ll grant you that. But is she worth the abuse, mate?”
Who knows?
Conor just shrugged and headed for the door. He opened it to find Jessica’s furious brown eyes glaring at him. “I knew it! You are going to make us late as usual! Let's go, NOW!”
Conor slumped and followed Jessica, dejected.
In the company board room, the Cochan family gathered around a small man in long brown robes. This was the newly appointed Dragon priest who had arisen to the post just a few days ago. The previous priest had died from old age, sadly. Conor’s mother had been the last true high priestess, with the current clergy seemingly unable to carry the same wisdom she had possessed. When Conor walked in, the priest perked up and immediately walked over to him. “Ah, brother Brantley! It is good to see you. I am sure you don’t remember me, but I served under your mother many years ago. She was a wise and honored priestess.” The monk even bowed to Conor, and Jessica’s whole family became tense. None of them liked seeing Conor praised. Mr. Cochan cleared his throat. “Hehem, Mr. Arios, we have gathered the family and now our beloved Conor is here. He is now of age to receive the blessing of the temple. What can you present?” Just then, Kelan Benedict walked in. “Sorry I am late.” Conor frowned.
As the weeks went by, Conor found himself eager to head to the GrizzlHut each day. Cara’s smile was so much more infectious and welcoming than the nagging he received at home from Jessica, or the outright abuse his mother-in-law, Cynthia Cochan, rained down on him. Cynthia seemed to think that Conor owed the family such a debt that he was now a family slave. She loved to order him around even in their apartment. Work at Grizlhut was definitely a welcome escape! One day, Cara and Conor were both scheduled to be off by 4 p.m. “Got any plans this afternoon?” Conor asked. “Yes, actually. Matter of fact… you should come. I think it would be right up your alley.” “What is it?” “You’ll just have to wait and see. At the end of the shift, Cara had Conor ride with her, and they drove to a run-down part of town. Kids were playing basketball in the street, and jumping rope. “What is this place?” “It’s what’s left of the Jinstain Community Center. The Temple of Celia funded it up until
It seemed Kelan Benedict's warning had opened the Cochan family's eyes to the possibility of Jessica's potential, especially as a peace offering to Kelan. Over the past few weeks, Cynthia had suggested divorce from Conor more than once. Each time Mr. Cochan was away on business, Cynthia would invade their apartment and try to broach the topic with Jessica. Jessica, however, staunchly refused to be a trophy for Kelan. But Conor knew deep down that it was not out of love for him that she clung to their marriage, but simple fear of Kelan. One night, during one of Cynthia’s invasions of their apartment, she ordered, “Conor, be quick and finish the dishes and get out! Jessica and I have things to discuss.” As Conor dejectedly took to his task, he heard his wife start in on an old refrain. “Mother, let me marry Nyman, and then I will consider divorcing Conor,” Jessica pleaded, still feeling like she was walking on eggshells with her mother. “Silly girl, the Banks family could never s
Conor awoke the next morning with a new sense of purpose. Jessica had been his wife for four years, and he had not lived up to his end of that contract. Any hostility Jessica leveled at him had been earned by his own failures and his own lack of care for her need for security and financial stability. It was time to change that. He crept out of the room, but found that Jessica had apparently awoken before him and already left for the family offices. He ate a quick breakfast of dry cereal and then called Mr. Nuri. “Yes, Mr. Bentley?” “Can we have a business meeting? With Mr. Miros if possible?” “I will have a car pick you both up. My office will have a meeting room available within an hour.” Conor was amazed at Mr. Nuri’s efficiency and dedication. He had meant what he said when he had told Conor he could call any time. *** An hour later, Conor found himself stepping out of a sleek black car, staring up at an impressive forty-story glass building, with a sweeping arch across the
Conor had the driver drop him off at the Cochan Mall on the southeast end of the city’s central square. Mr. Miros was waiting for him near the stone lions at the mall entrance. “These will make amazing stock photos! Many ads can be made with something like this!” exclaimed Miros. “That is excellent Mr. Miros!” “Just call me Peter, after all, we are about the same age. It just feels weird to be called Mr. Miros all the time,” he chuckled. “Fair enough. In that case, call me Conor.” Conor shook hands with Peter and then pointed down a side alley. “If you come over this way, I think you will be impressed.” Down the side of the mall, a huge mural had been graffitied onto the wall, depicting massive dragon wings. If one stood before them, you could almost feel as if the wings sprouted from your shoulders and prepared to sweep you into the sky. “This… This right here will sell the world over,” Peter exclaimed, already snapping photos. Conor walked up to the wings, placing his hand i
As they turned to leave, a shrill voice pierced the air, “That wouldn’t be the infamous Conor Brantley, would it? Does that bastard think he can show his face here after failing so publicly with Celia’s Herbals? And what is he doing in a suit like that! After his losses, he’s likely stealing it!”Conor sighed inwardly and turned to face the source of the voice. A girl, overly made-up and dressed head to toe in garish pink, stood clinging to the arm of none other than Nyman Banks.“Hello, Nyman. I see you have a new girlfriend,” Conor said coolly, his tone indicating he was ready to leave.Nyman smirked, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Conor, I hope you’re treating Jessica well. And yes, this is Natalia Silverton. So, tell us, Conor, are you stealing that suit, or have your prospects finally turned?”Before Conor could respond, Peter attempted to diffuse the tension by interjecting, “Well, Conor is working with me on a photo shoot.”Nyman laughed derisively. “HA! Okay, Conor. So, you’re
An hour later, Peter walked in to find the chair empty and Anthony grinning from ear to ear. “You brought me a challenge, my boy, and I do love a good challenge.” “Where is Conor?” he asked quizzically. “O Conor, Dear, come show us that devilishly handsome self of yours.” Conor stepped out from behind a screen near the rear of the shop and Peter was taken aback. Conor was thrilled as he watched a riot of emotion play over Peter’s face. “So, what do you think?” Conor asked, giving a bit of a spin. His shaggy hair had been neatly trimmed with a waved part to the right. His dark hair glistened as a light breeze from a nearby fan teased it. His beard had also gone from a scraggly unkempt thing to a sharp-looking close cut. “If your wife wasn’t pleased with you before, she might have to pause any arguments just to take it all in! Or at least be willing to give you a shot, just on looks alone!” Peter chuckled. Conor was pleased. The idea of improving himself and making Jessica happy w
“Conor?” The door cracked open, revealing a blurry-eyed teen in a rumpled tee-shirt.“Hey, Yuri. Can I hang out here for a bit? Things are a little… crowded next door.”“Yeah, sure. Crowded?” Yuri held open the door, his curiosity piqued.“Monster-in-law,” Conor muttered, stepping inside and giving Yuri a half-hearted smile.“Ah, I get it. Well, I can show you the new release images on the game! Mr. Nuri has been amazing to work with. Oh, I forgot to mention—Mom got a new job thanks to him! She’ll be working as an assistant for some photo company that needs a secretary. We’re probably going to move in a few weeks!”“Really! That’s great news! Where do you think you’ll move to?”“Well, Mr. Nuri told her about this new part of town. It’s a bit farther away from most things, but the rent is better, and there’s a lot more space. He said they’re putting in super high-end utility lines, so I should be able to run all my systems at full speed! Mom’s thrilled too—she hates the traffic in town,