Faolán looked at Grandpa Bento, waiting for a response. The old man took a deep breath before he started talking.
"Alanna, we did everything we could."
She looked from him to Faolán.
"Is Weylyn dead?"
"I'm so sorry, babe. I had to chose and it was safer to save you. If I chose him, he may have died also. I would lose both of you."
"He is not dead." She said, shaking her head. "Morana or somebody else took him."
"No. Alanna…"
"I know what I'm talking about!"
"Babe, I held him in my arms. His little body. He was dead."
Faolán was crying.
"No, you don't understand. I had Weylyn in the other world. But someone took him. I came here because I followed the strings. I heard him crying."
Faolán looked at Grandpa Bento. He needed help.
"Rest, child. We can talk about all this later."
"No, I don't need rest! I need my son!" Alanna got up from bed, even though Faolán tried to stop her.
