I examine the map. I run my fingers over it. It's written in a language old as some of the stars. It also moves. Perhaps it is also the shifting of the earths continent.

"Do you know where the map is pointing us too?" Runaan asks.

"Of course, you doubt me?" I raise an eyebrow.

He rolls his eyes. I smile a little. Something's unsettling. I can feel him. I can feel that his power is growing.

"Are you okay?" He asks me.

"How considerate." I say.

"It's not that." He hisses.

Right... I let out a breath. The map is shifting. Is the prison shifting? No... the earth is moving over the prison. The land masses are shifting. My eyes narrow. Hopefully, I'll clean this mess up. For now I put the map down.

"Your family is..." He starts.

"Complicated?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yes. Beyond words. How do you manage this?" He asks.

I look down.

"It's hard to speak of this." I turn.

You have no idea what it's like to be in a crossfire. I'm a celestial being my father created the universe.

"I'm sorry." He turns.