Worden watched the shadows move in awe. He pondered the story. Unlimited mana...something that his father could use. Something he could use. The power seemed too powerful to be real. In the wrong hands, or maybe in any hands at all, that kind of power could destroy everything. 

Worden sat in silence. He instantly jumped as the old man straightened and voices reached his ears. Hearing the old man's warning, Worden still called out for his power source, just in case there would still be need for him. "Charlie!" He shouted. Instantly the turtle began trudging up the path on the cliff, slowly making its way to the sound of its masters' voice.

Worden then spun to face the man as well and proclaimed his services. "I am Worden of Saint Nâdiya. I too lend my aid to this cause, for the protection of my people and our village. No power that strong must be accessed by anyone." As he said this, the turtle walked up and stopped right behind him, making the device on Worden's heart glow blue under his shirt. The light shined out ever so slightly and it almost looked like his eyes grew an electric blue if only for a moment. Then they returned to normal and he stood there, facing the party.