Silence pervaded the room, everyone was overwhelmed by the notion that by the dawn of tomorrow, Ateleíoto Narotíso would be dead. Of course, the people in the room were comprised of her closest friends, her adopted sons as well as the group she spent over a week with. The one who reacted most violently was her normally stoic son.
Valimar started having force erupt out of him in torrents, his long golden hair flowing with the wind. He then slowly uttered as if he was stewing his rage "Who is it, mother? Who is the one who will come to harm you?"
Surprised at the fervent emotion of the child she thought was most rational, Atele responded as if to pacify her adopted son.
"No one is coming Valimar, it's just that my time has come. There is no enemy it is just the price I have to pay."
