“How easily did he pick up the lute?” My father seemed a little surprised by the sudden change of topic. “Fairly easily, why?” “How old was he?” My father tugged thoughtfully at his beard for a moment. In the silence my mother’s voice was like a flute. “Eight.”
Teacher named Ben teaching the kid magic.
Young prodigy.
Dark creatures.
Mix of Star Wars and Harry Potter for adults .
Fully expect mom and dad to be murdered and Abenthy sacrificing his life for the kid.
