(Nuria POV)
Nuria held a shaking Azriel in her arms. The girl was sobbing and crying and she felt immediately transported to another time. Many years ago, when Azriel's mother had found out that she was pregnant. She remembered holding Zivana in her arms and hearing her heart-rending sobs, when the girl had realized she was with child.
Back in Time....
Zivana lay in Nuria's arms, sobbing away. "Nuria, I am with his child, what shall I do now?"
Nuria bit her lip and looked into Zivana's ethereal face. Her dark brown eyes, were full of tears and her chestnut brown hair fell around her in rich curls. The streaks were slowly going silver and Nuria knew the transformation had accelerated since they had reached the ruined castle.
"You cannot carry a child to term in this state, Zivana, you could die."
