Soldier, Poet, King

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{Y/N's P.O.V}

Peter plays his flute by the bonfire as the boys use drums and I use my lyre. I came up next to our good friend Devin.

~There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword. He will tear your city down
~Oh lei, oh lia, oh Lord
~Oh lei, oh lia, oh lei, oh Lord
~He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, oh Lord.

I am now standing next to Felix.

~There will come a poet, whose weapon is his word. He will slay you with his tongue.

~Oh lei, oh lia, oh Lord
~Oh lei, oh lia, oh lei, oh Lord
~He will slay you with his tongue, oh lei, oh lia, oh Lord.

I come up to Peter and sit in between his legs.

~There will come a ruler, whose brow is laid in thorns. Smeared with oil like David's boy.
~Oh lei, oh lia, oh Lord
~Oh lei, oh lia, oh lei, oh Lord
~Smeared with oil like David's boy.
~Oh lei, oh lia, oh Lord
~Oh lei, oh lia, oh lei, oh Lord
~He will tear your city down, oh lei, of lia, Oh!

I get up and start dancing with Tillianna.

~Oh lei, oh lia, oh lei, oh lia, Oh!
~Oh lei, oh lia, oh lei, oh lia, Oh!
~Oh lei, oh lia, oh lei, oh lia, oh lei, oh lia, oh lei, oh lia, Oh!

Felix gets up and dances with Tillianna as Peter and I sway together playing a slow simple tune. I love Peter so much. His eyes show so much love for me in them. I look over at Felix and he is looking at Tillianna the same way but she doesn't understand yet. He picks her up so they can be face to face as she giggles. She starts to nuzzle her head into his neck which always seems to make him blush.

My little family.

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