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. “What are you doing here, Kelan?”
“You, shut up!” Declared Cynthia, his mother-in-law, “Kelan was invited as a trusted business partner.”
“Ah, business. Because my inheritance is just business. Great.” Conor huffed. All the scorn and rejection of the last few years mounted upon him as he walked to the front like a cow sold for profit.
The monk, Brother Arios, wrung his hands as he glanced around the room, the family watching him like a pack of hungry wolves. “Umm, Right. Today, the temple recognizes its honor, and obligation to see to the needs of those who were left behind by the passing of our dear priestess…”
“Dovari witch” scoffed Kelan Benedict not so quietly.
The whole room gasped and turned to Kelan.
Conor was brimming with fury. “What did you say?”
Kelan smirked. “what, don’t tell me you didn’t know why that temple was sacked back then?”
It was Mr. Cochan who asked the question on everyone’s minds. “What do you mean Mr. Benedict? Are you blaspheming Celia, here, right before her very priest?”
“Celia? NO! I do not challenge Celia or any of the dragon gods. But the Dovari… those….NECROMANCER WITCHES,” he spat.
“They practiced dark magic with forbidden knowledge. That priestess was their leader. The temple needed to be purged to cleanse it back to the pure worship of Celia. Our dear brother Arios here should know that part, but the temple seems keen to forget that little part of its history.”
Jessica glanced at Conor whose face was ashen and fist clenched. She subconsciously stepped away and behind her parents.
Brother Arios on the other hand looked downright indignant and didn’t hold back.
“Blasphemous lies, young man. The temple was raided, but it was done by savage brutes with no conscience or dignity. Sister Raina was a wise and respected priestess. You know nothing at all of her greatness, and yet here you are, insulting her memory. How dare you?! Another word, and you … you, just get out of here!”
Kelan just smirked, ignoring Brother Arios completely, self-satisfaction evident.
It was Cynthia Cochan that broke the awkward tension. “Brother Arios, you said something about obligations?”
“Ah yes, well I have here a letter from the abbot for our Mr. Brantley.” Arios, who had quickly calmed down, read a long letter to the crowd about how honored the Abbot had been to serve with Sister Raina and several anecdotes from over the years.
Finally, he reached a part about the temple’s obligation. “the Abbot wishes for me to impart to Mr. Brantley our heartfelt condolences at the loss of your mother and her wise guidance and hopes their gold pieces will see you through the year to come.”
He produced three gold dragons and handed them to Conor.
Conor palmed the heavy coins but managed to quickly slide one into a pocket right under Arios’s nose, without anyone in the room seeing. As Conor turned back to the crowded room, holding one in each hand, showing them to the eager ‘family’ of his.
As Brother Arios left the meeting room, his part complete, Mr. Cochan frowned. In front of the family, he tried to maintain his composure as he said, “Well, two gold coins is not much but then again, I suppose the temple figures you will just waste it anyway.”
He and Cynthia rushed to Conor, “Now, son, you know for the years that we have supported you, one of these is due to us. One is also due to your wife, for all she has had to endure with you as a husband and for paying for your failures.”
Cynthia who has just been waiting for the priest to leave, snatched one of the gold coins from Conor’s hand faster than he could react. Mr. Cochan just watched and smiled.
Conor frowned at this pit of vipers, but he could hardly come up with an argument.
He had actually been surprised the temple had given him anything, since his mother had already sent him two dragons via Mr. Nuri. Perhaps the temple was unaware of that?
His mother-in-law Cynthia then piped up, “and he said this was to see you through THIS year, so when he comes again next year, that will be due us as well.”
What?!
Conor couldn’t believe his ears.
Did these snakes really expect the temple just keep paying him each year for simply existing? “What do you mean again? Do you really think the temple is just going to give me money every year? That is not how this works! This was it, done, finished!”
Cynthia stared at the large gold coin in her hand, and glanced to the other gold coin still in Conor’s other palm, greed filling her eyes. “Well, at least you are worth this much.”
What Kelan said next had everyone stunned. “If two gold dragons are all it takes to get you people excited, marry Jessica to me as a concubine, and be done with this son of a Dovari bitch” he spat, “Witch or whatever you want to call her. Do this, and my family will contribute two gold dragons a year to the Cochan family coffers, as well as any business deals that would be mutually beneficial.”
Cynthia’s eyes lit up instantly. However, Jessica recoiled at almost the same moment and moved closer to Conor for a change.
“HAHAHA, you think that pathetic wimp is better than me? I can provide you the world, Jessica! Do not scorn me!”
“No! Please no, mum!” Jessica turned pleading eyes on her mother.
It wasn’t that Kelan was bad looking. On the contrary, he was decent enough to look at. But his personality stank of a rough upbringing and of the mines his family ran. The harsh nature was plain for any to see. Not to mention the rumors that made her flinch.
Rumors ran amuck of the women who disappeared after being caught in Kelan’s wake. Few were ever seen again, and the few ones who came back from Kelan’s embrace were broken and battered.
Sudden steel filled Conor’s veins.
The voice that came to his lips was not his own, yet his soul resonated with every word. “Kelan Benedict, you will cease your slander and attacks against this family. You will take your foul mouth and return to the pits from whence you came.”
Jessica swallowed hard and gripped his arm tight as she heard the words.
Cynthia looked about ready to tear Conor’s eyes out. “Don’t talk to Mr. Benedict like that! He is worth 10 of you! Oh, why did we ever agree to marry our Jessica to the likes of you! Dovari indeed!”
Kelan sized up Conor before turning to Mr. Cochan, “I will not force Jessica to do anything, but I suggest you talk reason to her. I can provide your family with many resources, or I can be an insurmountable mountain in your way. Choose wisely.”
Before Conor could say anything that might get him in trouble, Kelan stormed out.
Mr. Cochan glared at Conor, as if he was some sort of contagious filth, “If you have damaged our relationship with the Benedicts, so help me, boy! You will be out of the streets begging before the sun sets! Perhaps Kelan would be kind enough to toss you into one of his mines for work. I hear the workers at least get fed, even if they don’t see the light of day ever again!.” Mr. Cochan then grabbed his wife’s arm and led her and the family out.
Jessica lingered, and Conor turned to her.
He finally held out the other gold coin and said, “I can take this to the bank today and have it exchanged and the proceeds deposited into our account. I can make sure our rent is paid for the year, and maybe have a bit more left over.”
Jessica stared at the coin, and shifted slightly, “It would be a relief to have the rent paid on time for a change.”
She then looked up at him, trying to decide something. “I can trust you to handle this, right? You are not going to just disappear with the money or go drink it ways at a bar or buy drugs right?”
Conor staggered back, the hurt obvious. “Jess, you know me better than that! I have never done drugs, and I would never drink away our money!”
“Fine, prove yourself. It was more money than we could hope for right now, so you had best use it wisely and actually pay our expenses for once. If the Benedict family turns against us, That is likely the only money we will have for a long while.” with that she turned and left the room, leaving Conor to stew in the silence.
After a long moment, he pulled out his cellphone and called Mr. Nuri.
“Mr. Brantley, what can I do for you today.” The tone was business like, but somehow it made Conor feel relieved.
Conor quickly explained the temple's donation, and the two gold coins he now had. “Also, a teen by the name of Yuri will hopefully be calling you later. He is a game designer, but he is young.”
“What can I do to help?” Came Mr. Nuri’s calm voice.
“He is in need of a financial backer as well as a business mentor. I was hoping that you might be able to meet with him and see if you agree that his business plan and game are sound investments.”
“Investment?” Mr. Nuri’s tone shifted. “Okay, Mr. Brantley, I do have a sizable team of professionals who provide a full suite of services for my clients, including what you mention. If there are investments to be made, well, if Celia guides and the deal is solid, I will see what we can do. You mentioned two more gold coins. I am guessing you are wanting to invest in this kid’s idea?”
“Yes, if the plan is sound to you and your team that is.”
“Two dragons for game investment… well it's a lucrative field. When this yuri kid calls I will have my team meet with him and we will see what potential there is.”
“Well, not two dragons… I need to make sure my rent is covered for the month, so if you could help me exchange the gold and get me enough to cover the rest of the rent we own, that would be ideal.”
“Yes of course. Not a problem. I can send one of my assistants to pick up the gold coins if that is convenient. I actually have to step into a meeting momentarily with my partners, but Anna, my top-tier assistant will come and collect the coins for me. In time, we can set up a dedicated investing account for you.”
“Thank you, Mr. Nuri!” Conor said sincerely before hanging up.
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,
The apartment “I am telling you, Jessica, he has already proven himself a failure. It's time to move on.” “Mom, I think he is really trying. You saw how he cleaned up and made dinner. He is working hard” “Jessica, it's been, like, two days of this new Conor. Are you really going to forget over three years of failures because he trimmed his hair? He just wants time in bed with you and you know it.” “It’s not like he has gotten any in a few years…” Jessica muttered humorlessly. “But he is trying to improve. I don’t see any reason to discourage his new attitudes. He has been working at the GrizlHut now for over two months. He seems to really be working hard.” “Just… don’t open yourself to just be hurt again. I don’t see him being able to be worthy of you, no matter how much effort he puts in.” “I know mom, but… I want to give him the chance.” “Nyman is not going to wait for you forever, dear. If you really want him, you need to be prepared to make the separation sooner than later.