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The sparsely wooded area in which they walked gave no indication of being ventured upon before. Yet the intent with which they were marching gave the notion that a worn path was not of the essence.
seemed not to of heard her.
“Why can’t we just…”
“Oran, that was the last settlement for miles around, where are we going,”
“Oran was that,” started Fatima
“IT CAN’T BE,” he bellowed
“This is our son Oran,”
“My father is dead, Raziel has taken power,” said Tyriel, his fist curling into a powerful fist.
“I chose you because you are strong, and your heart it kind,”
“Fatima I myself am baffled, but we shall know why soon enough.”
“Oran was that,”
Oran however, showed little regard to this obstacle as he seemed to stare intently at something that would have been invisible to the human eye.
Walking for what seemed like another fifteen minutes or so Fatima was becoming visibly impatient as she scanned their surroundings for some indication of where they were headed.
And while this one was not as intense it seemed to carry a lot farther then the first, and also gave off the indication that its owner was struggling not to loose his composure.
“BARRON YOU MUST TRUST ME, I KNOW WHAT I AM DOING NOW GO!”
“There are none of us yearning vengeance more than I Oran, please, steady yourself,”
“Tyriel what’s happened,” asked Fatima approaching the angel who was even larger than Oran.
But it wasn’t her beauty that had his attention it was what she was holding.
“Yes— we will, but I am afraid I will not succeed, it is too late,” his words, as devastating as they were seemed to have little effect on Tyriel, however.
"Yes - we will, but I am afraid I will not succeed, it is too late." His words, as devestating as they were, seemed to have little effect on Tyriel."
The baby however showed little notice of the exchange
Fatima smiling lightly looked into Oran’s face raising an eyebrow.
Inaudible to everyone but the child it turned out, for at the moving of his lips the baby had taken flight.
“No,” shrieked Fatima,
“I chose you because you are strong, and your heart it kind,” answered Roselyn looking into Fatima’s eyes gingerly.
“Once you have a child of your own you will understand,”
And Oran who hadn’t spoken in quite some time looked down at the bundle and then examined its father who for the first time was showing weakness.
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