[Eskal]

(Sure.)

Lucas watched over Calantha, his and Henry's daughter, as she wandered about the garden of the cottage. She was nearly five years in age, now. Henry had set him up wit this house a few months after their daughter's birth. The cursed wood had been locked away in a secret location. He hardly saw Henry anymore, only on Calantha's birthday or for the rare visit. It was only natural after Maria began having children.
"Papa," Calatha's sweet voice rang. Lucas blinked and snapped out of his trance. "You were thinking of Mama again, weren't you?"
Lucas smiled softly and took his daughter into his arms. "You remind me so much of her."