The person wearing a red coat with a hood was walking on a desert road. The sun was just showing on the horizon, but it was already very hot. He pulled out a container of water from a bag and drank it. There was not much left, but enough to satisfy his thirst. He was close to his goal.

   After about half an hour later he found himself at his home. One of the servants opened the gate for him, he pulled a hood from his head.

  „Welcome home, sir Hagan.” She said. Hagan was a young adult, with brown, slightly curly hair, tanned skin and amber eyes, and a very pleasant looking face. He took off the coat, and gave it to the servant. He was dressed in a grey shirt, brown shoes and black pants.

  “Welcome.” He greeted her. Then he looked closer at the woman's face. “What happened to you? Why do you have such a bruise on your cheek?”

  “It's... nothing important”, she answered.

   “Goro.” He snorted. “Take care of yourself.”

  Hagan entered the courtyard where three women with children were sitting. They were his father's wives. Seven children were playing by the fountain. After a while one of the girls left the group and ran in his direction. She was about ten years old. Similarly to Hagan, she had brown hair, but with blue eyes.

   “Brother!” she squealed and hugged him. The rest of the children, who heard this, also approached him and greeted him.

   “This Hagan is a good boy” said the first woman. The other one nodded her head.

   “He's not like Goro. He is calm, listens to us and does not feel that he’s better than others.” Announced the other one, while eating some grapes.

   “But I don't think today's news will give him joy.” Added the third one.

   Finally, most of the children who were his half siblings left him to have play. Only the blue–eyed girl, who was the other child of his mother, stayed with him.

  “How's it going, Alana? Weren't you bored while I was away?”

   “Completely not! Dad recently took us all to the city, it was great! And where were you?”

   “I had to bring these old books from the capital for father...” He said and then became confused, because he saw that his mother wasn't on the terrace. He also looked around among the other children. “Alana, where is Yvon? And what about Mom?”

   “Mom is...” she stuttered. Hagan’s eyes widened. But after a while he closed them and stroked the girl on the head.

   “Probably her weak heart couldn't take any more, but it’s nothing to worry about. Mum will come back one day, in a new body.”

   “I know she will come back! In a few years, but she will come back.”

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   “But... where's Yvon?”

   “Yvon got sick. That's what I heard from Dad.”

   “She got sick?” He had a bad feeling. „Go play with the others, I'll go to the father...”

   The girl ran joined the rest of the children, and the brown–haired man went towards his home. He was walking through the corridors when he finally found himself by a rather large door. He opened it.

   “Who comes in here without knocking? Ah, it's just you.”

   Hagan closed his eyes in disgust and walked on. He threw the package right under the feet of a man who was sitting in a chair. The room in was devoid of any windows. The only thing that illuminated the old man was a large number of candles and a chimney. The man had brown hair and grey eyes. He was dressed in grey clothes resembling a suit. He looked at the package and then at his son.

   “As always, your approach to me is cold, Walwan”, Hagan answered with hard tone. “I did what you wanted, so now tell me, what happened to my mother and where is Yvon.”

   “So you've already found out?” Walwan snorted. „We had a certain... problem.”

   “What problem?”

     “The Believers of Light could not stand the fact that I don’t believe in gods.” He answered with a nasty smile. “So they decided to attack the house at night. One of them was suffering from Hemasitus, he wanted to infect me. Joanne wanted to protect me, and so did Yvon, who was hanging around there instead of sleeping. As a result, she was splattered with blood and your mother’s heart gave out when she saw it.”

  “You let a Hemasitus patient... get into our house?!” He screamed at the man. “How could you let mother get involved in this?! How could you let Yvon get infected?!”

   “I can't help it. I sent Yvon to Rebellar and buried Joanne. That's why I think believing in any god is an idiocy. Fanatics will do anything to crush the others who disagree with them. But it's a good thing it was only Yvon. I heard she followed in your footsteps. Who knows, maybe soon you and her would’ve also assaulted me?”

  “You...” Hagan whispered, furious.

   “And besides, what are you afraid of? You believe in reincarnation, right? So if Yvon dies, what loss is it for you?”

   “What do you know about it... What do you know about me, you piece of shit bastard...” Hagan said, and then he left. His father was extremely pleased that he had managed to throw him off balance. Walwan closed the door with magic.

   Hagan leaned against a wall and started sobbing quietly.

   ‘So what if she is reborn... if there forever will stay a sad memory in her soul, that she had to die so unhappy?’ He thought.