Adam never truly understood when his consciousness came to be, but that didn't matter, for he felt content in this timeless, warm embrace.

His heart was finally silent at ease after his death, the nightmares were not there, at last he was at peace.

Time seemed not to exist as seconds and days held no meaning as the rumbling of space took him in its slow rhythm, putting his mind to a coma like sleep.

Adam seemed to inflate in size, never stopping. Rivers of ice and flame flowed in circles around him, returning him to what he once was.

Soon sound was born in the darkness, not so much as words but rumblings, shaking him ever so gently, a melody of routine in a world of darkness.

Touch returned as he felt himself, within an ever strengthening embrace-like vise, the rumbling climbed into the beat of war drums.

The darkness collapsed as light exploded into being, a searing cold burned itself into Adam's mind, a loud cry escaped his mouth, and he was soon joined by other voices.

A warm wrap saved him from the clutches of the cold as he felt his weight passed around, all he saw were blurs, till he reached the end of the train of figures, there he saw two bright emerald green gems brimming with life gazing warmly at him as exhaustion took him.

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Samantha held her new born baby close as it looked at her with silver gleaming eyes with curiosity before yawning and closing it small eyes.

Her husband stood like a statue, bulging, tan muscles flexing and relaxing repeatedly, looking at her and the baby with a smile reaching his wet eyes.

Dorothy gathered her tools and bloody towels with her long skinny wrinkled hands, before handing Samantha a tiny pouch filled with a familiar powder saying "Mix it with water and drink it two times day for two weeks and your blood will return" before turning to her husband and smacking him in the head "if I see her helping around the deck, I will serve your head to the fish, you thick headed fool, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

He squirmed and fumbled around under the old midwife's death glare, not drawing to look her in the eye "b..but she was the one who insisted!"

"I DON'T CARE" shouted the old lead as she slammed the door on her way out.

He slumped his back on the chair next to the bed, eyes silently pleading with her.

"No, not happening!"

"But..

"No buts Di, how can you fight swarms of monsters at sea ,yet you are afraid of a frail old lady? huh?"

"There's nothing frail about that old demon.." mumbled Dimitri as the chair groaned under his large frame, he leaned on to the side looking at the peaceful face of his newborn son.

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"So.. did you decide yet?" He eyed his wife.

"Adam." She said with a smile.

"Why?" He asked curious.

"I don't know, he just feels different, special like a new beginning." She smiled and hugged the newborn.

"I see……

*knock*

*knock*

*knock*

Dimitri sighed and lugged his heavy feet to the door and opened it.

Three small tornados of activity all but bulldozed through him to the bedside, jumping.

Samantha Shushed them with a smile as they laughed and giggled while looking at the baby in her arms. She looked at the oldest "Hey, Alfred dear, take your sisters and go buy Aunt Marg's bread, mama can't go out." She looked him in the eye with faux pleas.

"But I wanna play with my baby brother!" He let out a shocked gasp, so poorly acted as Samantha barely held her laughter.

He pouted and then dragged his younger twin sisters with him, both staring at the baby.

"Hah..do you think he is jealous of his baby brother?" Dimitri found it hard to sit in pregnant silence.

"It's not his fault, it's mine. I should have been a have paid him more attention. I should have stopped him" Her voice cracked as wetness found a home in her darkened eyes.

Dimitri held her in a tight hug as the weight of memories settled in her heart.

"You had no control over it! Don't be hard on yourself, it's just a tribulation! It will pass! He will see the error of his ways and come back" He tried to comfort her but tears continued to stain his shirt.

Soft sobs filled the room, no more words were spoken. Cold winds softly blew the wooden blinders shut, masking the flight of a tiny black butterfly.

......

Sol and Helene held his hands nervously as they walked to aunt Marg's shop, the sweet scent of freshly baked bread tickling their noses, guiding them along the gravel road. The girls' hands tightened suddenly as we saw the crowd at the bakery.

The crowd split in half as a contingent of armed men marched in the gravel road, carrying a red banner of a golden sparrow.

The armed men of the baron shoved a few too slow to move aside, a fancily dressed skinny young man walked from between the armed men, reeking of wine.

"Sally, come out! I came to fetch you, my dear Sally!" The young man's shouts earned him disgusted looks from the crowd.

The young man frowned, raising his voice " Sally come now! Don't make me burn this old shack."

The bakery's door was kicked open and a young girl no older than fourteen walked out, wearing a scowl with her flowery dress.

Al found it hard to look away from Sally's new look, his nape flushed red,reason left his mind as he walked closer.

"Hah! Finally you came to reason. Be my girl and you will enjoy the life of a noble lady." His eyes swam on her form stripping her with his gaze, walking ever closer.

Sally held her gaze firm as he walked up to her, lust dripping from his smile.

*slap*

Men drew their swords as the young man slowly stood up from the ground, gripping his jaw.

Sally shivered as the consequence downed on her for what she did.

The young man was shivering in anger, madness filling his eyes. "Bu..