Four people.
Three men, one woman.
The woman gingerly rocks something wrapped in a navy blanket in her arms. A somber look does not leave her face. Same for her husband standing next to her. With trembling hands, the woman hands the blanket over to one of the two men. A sympathetic look floods their eyes as they look at the one month old baby sleeping peacefully in the blanket. The woman tries hard to fight back the tears running down, however fails. She sobs in silence into her husband's chest, who strokes the baby's hair with one hand and the woman's locks with the other.
"We cannot thank you enough, Lief and Victor,"
says the woman's husband quietly, trying to sound brave for his wife's sake. Victor and Leif cannot help but notice the worry and anxiety towards his daughter weaved in his voice.
"No problem, Gwendolyn and Issac. That's what friends are for."
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DEMONIC: A Ralla Fanfiction
Fantasy(NOTE: Most of these characters aren't mine, except for a few.) ==================================================================================== The adventure begins. Will luck and fate be on their side, or will they just have to survive the har...
