The Sutnigan Grove, The Praeten Empire
"I have repeated myself innumerable times Esmeray," came a high, cold voice "You cannot do this to her!"
"I can and, I will" said a weak but determined voice, "She doesn't deserve it! She did nothing to warrant such a thing! She has-"
"You are right," he said calmly, "She did nothing to deserve it whatsoever."
The woman called Esmeray gazed into the depths of the Sutnigan Grove hopefully, wondering if she was to finally be supported.
"It is in her blood. It is who she is. You cannot change destiny, Esmeray." he continued "It is a thing of the Tarragons."
The woman was now sobbing uncontrollably into her cloak. "They took him. He was sent and never came back. This won't happen to her. I won't let it!"
She looked so pathetic that even the man was humbled.
He stepped out of the shadows.
The woman gasped.
It was him.
He had found her at last.
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