Dyon silently watched as the water below finally calmed its ripples.
Before, Dyon would have never thought of having a child… Not until he had stabilized everything. He didn't want to have a son or daughter that only understood the fires of war and the pain of loss. He wanted something better for them. Plus, he wanted to stay by their side until they, at the very least, became adults before his eyes.
He understood the loss of a parent, but he also understood the absence of a live parent was sometimes far worse. With how Dyon's life was now, he sometimes didn't see his wives for several years at a time… How could he put a child through that?
However… The Jafari Clan treasure had given him a new hope. With it, maybe, just maybe, he could lead a normal life once in a while.
'I hope you succeed soon, Zabia.' Dyon looked off into the distance.
