"Archi my son," he heard Oberon's parched voice, "Please, my- my son, stop this."
Archi stopped his hand when he heard Oberon call his name, "What? How.."
His disguise had fallen off.
Tears sprang to Oberon's eyes realizing how much his son hated him.
"I am sorry, I.. did not mean," he coughed out blood, "I never bad for the both of you," he coughed again, "She had run away, but then I swear I did try to find at first, then I stopped," a tear slid down his slit face, "Please hear me out son, give me a chance."
Archi drew backwards, "What do you mean you looked for us?"
Oberon's eyes flickered, "That.." more blood flowed from his mouth, "That was.. at first.. when- when I thought I had found my 'fated mate', I never realized," he paused, he was growing out of strength to speak, "I-"
