"Father!"
Alistair opened his arms and welcomed his child in his embrace.
"Ali, my Ali," he wept openly, not caring anymore about his face.
The King of Heaven savored the feeling of his child in his arms as his amethyst orbs continued to shed tears. In his heart was an overwhelming wave of emotion filling him to the core. It was unbelievable. It was more than magical.
The last time he had held Ali so desperately like this in his arms was when he had found her lifeless body in the cavern. But now, she's not dead. She's real; she's warm and very much alive in his embrace.
Ara's cry pierced into the silence of the night as well as everybody's hearts. There was no one watching the reunion of the parent and child who didn't have a fiery blockage in their throats and red noses as tears welled in their own eyes.
