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Meanwhile, at home, Aurora had woken up in her bed just a moment ago. Recalling the events of the past hour; Aurora's emotions fluctuated between anger, sadness, and fear. Angry because he had found her, sad because she remembered what the monster had done to her parents, fear because she was afraid of what he might do this time.

She jumped off the bed and started pacing wondering what she could do to escape it all. A part of her told her he would always find her no matter where she went. Another part told her she could join her parents in the afterlife where she would certainly be safe from him. Tears fell as she recalled how her parents' skin had been hung up as if they were trophies. She had run for her life and had never looked back.

Her mind spiraled until she grabbed a duffel bag she had bought for this purpose. Don't get her wrong, she loved the Ambroses but she had always known she would have to leave them someday. She couldn't stay so long in one place before the people will start asking questions she had no intentions of answering. So, yes, she would have left them sooner or later. It seemed the gods had chosen sooner for her. Getting around Ilium wouldn't be a problem for her, she was after all half-chameleon, all she had to do was not run into him.

Only a half-hour later, she was sitting at the bus station fully disguised waiting for the bus that would take her far away. She had chosen to buy a ticket for the farthest place she could find. Mobilis was 6 hours away and the town which sat atop a mountain was only accessible by foot. The bus would only take her so far, she would have to make the rest of the journey on foot but she had made her decision. When the bus leaves, it will leave with her.

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Acacius was now at the hut with the crone as well as with The Ambroses. The hut was just as he remembered it except that this time there was no fire warming them and Acacius hated the cold. Everyone thought Angels should love the cold since they could fly above the clouds but Acacius had been cold once before, he knew that the cold was friends with the darkness he hoped never to encounter again. But today, he would endure the cold even if just to get the answers.

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"Will you start at the Beginning or shall I?", Ophelia asked him. "I will", Acacius replied then he took a deep breath and began his story. "In a land not too far away from here, I was born to Angel parents". The Silence that ensued after that simple revelation was deafening for even Brian didn't know the true history of the boy he had taken in, he had only seen a soul in pain like he too was once in before Freyja had saved him.

"My parents were so ancient no one thought they could have a child anymore and then the miracle happened, I was born", he continued. "They died shortly afterward and left me in the care of monks who sought luminesce. These monks had taken vows of celibacy as well as silence yet they took me in and raised me until no one remembered who my parents were and I could live just like other angelic children. And grow, I did I grew until the tender age of 100 when my feathers settled into their final patterns and those distinctive features that reminded older angels of two individuals who were long gone".

"For you see, I had not only inherited my father's white wings, but I had also inherited my mother's black and gold ones but at first glance, you wouldn't notice", he said as he spread out his wings for the rest to see. Looking closely now, Brian realized that Acacius' wings might appear to be white but they had streaks of black and gold and seemed to sparkle where they grew out of his back. There was only one angel in angelic history who had wings of such and Nymra was more a myth than an ancient angel. He shuddered to think Nymra could have birthed Acacius. It just looked impossible.

Seeing the look on Brian's face, Acacius continued, "Yes, Nymra". "It can't be, it's not possible", Brian insisted. "She's a myth, many amongst angelkind even think she never existed, that she was just a tale made up by elders to scare the young ones, she can't exist". "I assure you, my mother was flesh and blood, she existed until she did not". "Or until she couldn't", Ophelia said.

At that, all eyes turned to her as if asking her to explain what she meant.

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