Chapter 8

(Cora)

I hated when my children left without me, but I was somewhat glad it was Eris and not Fantasia. Helios was quiet at last after half an hour of crying and whining about every little thing. Fantasia still seemed angry at our living conditions and was still looking around the room for some form of precious metal or gemstone. I looked down at my weathered, shaky hands and for once felt comfortable being as old as I was.

I ordered the servant boy to bring us some meat, fruits and whatever else the gleaners had found just so that I could sate Fantasia's incredible annoyance and lost dignity. The innkeeper had put us in this room with full knowledge that it was the warmest room in all of Cryox and that I was with-child. They gave us the best of what they couldn't enjoy.

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Fantasia lay on one of the beds and pouted, using one of her three pairs of wings to cover her face and the other two to cover her body.

“Your father knows what he's doing, have a little faith.” I whispered to her, she grumbled something but I wasn't listening. I saw a large crowd of people walking through the city gates through the window. I frowned as I looked out at them.

They weren't the gleaners, their frames exuded a troublesome energy and their low brows and angry sneers spoke to a violent, and evil intent. I closed the metal shutter and the simple, white curtains and told Fantasia to bolt the door, drawing a dagger from my pack. She didn't do as I told her and so I had to do it myself, I thank God that the baby slumbered in my arms.