Taranis brought Ashley's lifeless body to the soft patch of grass she's been using as a bed and laid her gently on it. He sat by her side and only stared at her as his mind wandered off to a woman he haven't thought of in a while.
'She's still a century away from being reborn.' With a sigh, he leaned his back against a thorny tree and stared into the darkness above him as he recalled a conversation he had with his older brother on the night before their family fell.
"They have Kenneth," Taranis remembered telling him.
"Am I to fear a baby?"
"That baby is a God, Elias," he argued. "With the perfect sacrifice, they can have you sealed inside him for eternity."
"That's blood magic, a forbidden art," Elias countered. "Not even all their shamans combined can pull off a powerful spell like that. And this perfect sacrifice you mentioned..." He narrowed his eyes at him, "You're talking about Amaira aren't you?"
