Naya's P.O.V.
16th Century Verdicci

Verdicci is basically Florence in the Renaissance era. I kept the name Madicci because I liked it. Translation for the little Italian phrases. 
Lorenzo (Enzo) - Ocean
Mi Amore – My Love.
Bambino – Baby
Pallazo – Palace.

I​ ​was​ ​exiled​ ​from​ ​my​ ​pack​ ​after​ ​the​ ​alpha​ ​caught​ ​me​ ​with​ ​Enzo​ ​in​ ​a​ ​compromising​ ​position. We​ ​first​ ​met​ ​when​ ​we​ ​were​ ​15.​ ​He​ ​was​ ​one​ ​of​ ​those​ ​boys​ ​who​ ​stood​ ​outside​ ​marketplaces,​ ​drawing whatever​ ​inspired​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​was​ ​still​ ​in​ ​his​ ​pack,​ ​so​ ​he​ ​could​ ​afford​ ​pricey​ ​paints​ ​and​ ​canvases,​ ​before he​ ​was​ ​banished​ ​as​ ​well.

He​ ​made​ ​a​ ​sketch​ ​of​ ​when​ ​he​ ​saw​ ​me​ ​for​ ​the​ ​first​ ​time,​ ​and​ ​told​ ​me​ ​it​ ​was​ ​love​ ​at​ ​first​ ​sight.

I​ ​fell,​ ​head​ ​over​ ​heels,​ ​for​ ​his​ ​charms.​ ​The​ ​paintings​ ​and​ ​sketches​ ​he​ ​made​ ​of​ ​me​ ​after​ ​we "accidentally"​ ​saw​ ​each​ ​other​ ​in​ ​the​ ​town​ ​centre​ ​drew​ ​me​ ​to​ ​him.​ ​I​ ​started​ ​making​ ​excuses​ ​to​ ​roam around​ ​the​ ​market​ ​each​ ​day,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​would​ ​find​ ​him​ ​waiting​ ​near​ ​a​ ​stone​ ​bridge​ ​that​ ​connected​ ​the city​ ​and​ ​the​ ​farm​ ​land.

He'd​ ​paint​ ​landscapes,​ ​bustling​ ​market​ ​streets,​ ​cramped​ ​townhouses,​ ​and​ ​people.​ ​I'd​ ​watch him,​ ​just​ ​like​ ​many​ ​others​ ​who​ ​stopped,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​painted​ ​marvelous​ ​whimsies.​ ​When​ ​he​ ​was​ ​done,​ ​he would​ ​hand​ ​me​ ​a​ ​sketch​ ​of​ ​myself​ ​from​ ​different​ ​angles.​ ​Our​ ​attraction​ ​grew,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​started​ ​to​ ​wait for​ ​him​ ​in​ ​secluded​ ​places,​ ​hidden​ ​from​ ​everyone's​ ​prying​ ​eyes.

When​ ​our​ ​packs​ ​found​ ​out​ ​about​ ​our​ ​"pre-mating​ ​relationship",​ ​we​ ​were​ ​forbidden​ ​to​ ​see each​ ​other.​ ​Though,​ ​as​ ​always,​ ​Enzo​ ​had​ ​other​ ​ideas.​ ​He​ ​broke​ ​into​ ​our​ ​pack,​ ​in​ ​the​ ​dark​ ​of​ ​the night,​ ​and​ ​took​ ​me​ ​away​ ​with​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​felt​ ​me​ ​cry​ ​every​ ​night​ ​when​ ​I​ ​was​ ​away​ ​from​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​felt his​ ​anger​ ​every​ ​day​ ​when​ ​I​ ​was​ ​caged​ ​in​ ​my​ ​father's​ ​house.​ ​He​ ​couldn't​ ​live​ ​without​ ​me​ ​and​ ​I​ ​didn't want​ ​to​ ​live​ ​without​ ​him.

We​ ​didn't​ ​know​ ​we​ ​were​ ​mates​ ​back​ ​then,​ ​and​ ​even​ ​though​ ​we​ ​were​ ​worried,​ ​we​ ​decided to​ ​choose​ ​each​ ​other.​ ​Luckily,​ ​we​ ​realised​ ​we​ ​were​ ​mates​ ​when​ ​he​ ​turned​ ​18,​ ​and​ ​by​ ​then​ ​we​ ​had​ ​a place​ ​to​ ​live​ ​and​ ​steady​ ​income.​ ​He​ ​was​ ​an​ ​aspiring​ ​artist​ ​and​ ​I​ ​supported​ ​him​ ​one​ ​hundred​ ​present. I​ ​would​ ​go​ ​wherever​ ​he​ ​was​ ​summoned​ ​and​ ​sew​ ​new​ ​clothes​ ​to​ ​model​ ​for​ ​new​ ​paintings.

I​ ​remembered,​ ​watching​ ​the​ ​builders​ ​and​ ​architects,​ ​as​ ​they​ ​created​ ​buildings​ ​of​ ​art.​ ​In​ ​the hills​ ​on​ ​the​ ​outskirts​ ​of​ ​verdicci​ ​we​ ​hid​ ​from​ ​our​ ​packs​ ​while​ ​he​ ​painted​ ​me.​ ​Our​ ​extensive​ ​time together​ ​created​ ​a​ ​bond​ ​where​ ​we​ ​could​ ​feel​ ​each​ ​other's​ ​feelings,​ ​emotional​ ​and​ ​physical.​ ​We didn't​ ​care​ ​about​​finding​ ​our​ ​mates,​ ​we​ ​chose​ ​each​ ​other,​ ​like​ ​how​ ​the​ ​humans​ ​had​​a​ ​choice.​​Little did​ ​we​ ​know,​ ​we​ ​were​ ​actually​ ​mates.

​ ​We​ ​struggled,​ ​in​ ​the​ ​beginning,​ ​but​ ​Lorenzo​ ​did​ ​everything​ ​in​ ​his​ ​power​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​a​ ​roof​ ​over our​ ​heads.​ ​As​ ​for​ ​the​ ​nights​ ​we​ ​didn't,​ ​he​ ​made​ ​sure​ ​there​ ​was​ ​enough​ ​to​ ​eat,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​kept​ ​watch while​ ​I​ ​slept.​ ​That's​ ​when​ ​he​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​start​ ​selling​ ​his​ ​paintings​ ​since​ ​he​ ​had​ ​no​ ​time​ ​to​ ​paint​ ​while he​ ​was​ ​working,​ ​transporting​ ​stones​ ​and​ ​sculptors.

He​ ​watched​ ​them​ ​carve​ ​the​ ​blocks​ ​of​ ​stone,​ ​hacking​ ​and​ ​chiselling,​ ​to​ ​create​ ​shapes.​ ​His​ ​eyes​ ​lit​ ​up when​ ​he​ ​talked​ ​about​ ​what​ ​he​ ​had​ ​seen​ ​and,​ ​out​ ​of​ ​pity,​ ​a​ ​maestro​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​showcase​ ​his​ ​artwork in​ ​the​ ​next​ ​exhibition.​ ​That​ ​was​ ​a​ ​period​ ​of​ ​prosperity,​ ​and​ ​of​ ​art​ ​and​ ​architecture.

His​ ​hard​ ​work​ ​paid​ ​off​ ​and​ ​he​ ​sold​ ​his​ ​first​ ​piece​ ​at​ ​the​ ​exhibition.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​flattered​ ​by​ ​the​ ​fact​ ​that someone​ ​liked​ ​his​ ​painting,​ ​and​ ​me,​ ​enough​ ​to​ ​buy​ ​it.​ ​Since​ ​that​ ​exhibition​ ​and​ ​that​ ​day​ ​we​ ​haven't looked​ ​back.

My​ ​morning​ ​sickness​ ​lessened​ ​when​ ​I​ ​woke​ ​up​ ​the​ ​next​ ​day.​ ​Lorenzo​ ​was​ ​going​ ​to​ ​speak​ ​to a​ ​physician​ ​to​ ​see​ ​if​ ​there​ ​was​ ​anything​ ​to​ ​remedy​ ​my​ ​illness.​ ​Maybe,​ ​if​ ​it​ ​could​ ​work​ ​on​ ​humans,​ ​it could​ ​work​ ​on​ ​me.​ ​After​ ​deliberation,​ ​he​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​take​ ​me​ ​with​ ​him​ ​to​ ​the​ ​Medici​ ​Palazzo,​ ​so​ ​the family​ ​sent​ ​us​ ​a​ ​horse​ ​drawn​ ​carriage​ ​to​ ​ensure​ ​our​ ​safe​ ​ride.

We​ ​wore​ ​our​ ​best​ ​clothes.​ ​A​ ​navy​ ​blue​ ​embroidered​ ​doublet,​ ​brown​ ​trousers,​ ​and​ ​a​ ​white shirt​ ​for​ ​him​ ​while​ ​I​ ​wore​ ​a​ ​gold​ ​orange​ ​courtesans gown​ ​with​ ​long​ ​frilly​ ​sleeves.​ ​My​ ​hair​ ​waved down​ ​to​ ​my​ ​waist​ ​and​ ​a​ ​braided​ ​head​ ​piece​ ​haloed​ ​around​ ​my​ ​head.

"What​ ​are​ ​you​ ​doing?"​ ​I​ ​swatted​ ​at​ ​the​ ​hand​ ​that​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​crawl​ ​its​ ​way​ ​up​ ​my​ ​leg​ ​and under​ ​my​ ​skirt.​ ​Even​ ​though​ ​we​ ​were​ ​hidden​ ​in​ ​the​ ​carriage,​ ​we​ ​could​ ​hear​ ​the​ ​bustling​ ​market place​ ​and​ ​I'm​ ​sure​ ​they​ ​would​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​us​ ​if​ ​we​ ​were​ ​loud.

"Mmm."​ ​He​ ​peppered​ ​kisses​ ​down​ ​the​ ​side​ ​of​ ​neck​ ​before​ ​he​ ​abruptly​ ​stopped.​ ​"Sex​ ​won't harm​ ​the​ ​bambino,​ ​right?"​ ​His​ ​concern​ ​confirmed​ ​my​ ​doubts​ ​from​ ​previous​ ​day.​ ​He​ ​wanted​ ​our child.​ ​He​ ​wanted​ ​a​ ​family​ ​too.

"No,​ ​my​ ​love,"​ ​I​ ​said​ ​and​ ​we​ ​made​ ​love​ ​behind​ ​the​ ​closed​ ​curtains​ ​of​ ​the​ ​carriage.​ ​It​ ​swayed every​ ​now​ ​and​ ​then​ ​making​ ​me​ ​giggle.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​quick,​ ​heavy​ ​and​ ​hot.

We​ ​reached​ ​our​ ​destination​ ​by​ ​mid-noon​ ​and​ ​we​ ​were​ ​taken,​ ​through​ ​doors​ ​with​ ​stone arches,​ ​to​ ​the​ ​private​ ​quarters​ ​of​ ​the​ ​Medici​ ​Palazzo.​ ​I​ ​adored​ ​the​ ​intricate​ ​designs​ ​carved​ ​into​ ​the architecture,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​couldn't​ ​wait​ ​for​ ​Enzo​ ​to​ ​create​ ​something​ ​that​ ​would​ ​be​ ​adored​ ​like​ ​this.​ ​

I wanted​ ​people​ ​to​ ​gasp​ ​when​ ​their​ ​eyes​ ​fell​ ​upon​ ​his​ ​work.​ ​There​ ​were​ ​many​ ​paintings​ ​I​ ​recognized from​ ​artists​ ​who​ ​were​ ​competing​ ​with​ ​Enzo,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​was​ ​asked​ ​to​ ​paint​ ​the​ ​new​ ​cathedral,​ ​not​ ​them.

My​ ​chest​ ​swelled​ ​with​ ​pride.

Excited,​ ​I​ ​hurried​ ​along.

"Maestro​ ​Lorenzo​ ​Donati​ ​and​ ​Ninya​ ​Donati,​ ​how​ ​lovely​ ​to​ ​make​ ​your​ ​acquaintance,"​ ​Sigñore Tomas​ ​Medici​ ​and​ ​his​ ​wife,​ ​Sigñora​ ​Hera,​ ​greeted​ ​us.

The​ ​dining​​area​ ​was​ ​filled​ ​with​ ​arcs​ ​of​ ​stained​​glass​ ​allowing​ ​beams​ ​of​ ​light​ ​through. Colourful​ ​spots​ ​dominated​ ​the​ ​stone​ ​floor,​ ​and​ ​It​ ​was​ ​simply​ ​beautiful.​ ​When​ ​we​ ​had​ ​nothing, before​ ​we​ ​were​ ​mates,​ ​we'd​ ​walk​ ​by​ ​places​ ​like​ ​this​ ​and​ ​wonder​ ​what​ ​it​ ​would​ ​be​ ​like​ ​to​ ​walk​ ​inside a​ ​fortresses.​ ​Being​ ​here​ ​was​ ​a​ ​dream​ ​come​ ​true​ ​and,​ ​especially​ ​with​ ​our​ ​child​ ​coming,​ ​life​ ​couldn't get​ ​any​ ​more​ ​perfect.

We​ ​made​ ​small​ ​talk,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​was​ ​touched​ ​by​ ​their​ ​kindness,​ ​though​ ​I​ ​couldn't​ ​shake​ ​a​ ​certain coldness​ ​from​ ​my​ ​skin.​ ​I​ ​tried​ ​not​ ​to​ ​pay​ ​attention​ ​to​ ​it,​ ​considering​ ​I​ ​was​ ​pregnant​ ​and​ ​had​ ​been throwing​ ​up​ ​every​ ​morning​ ​for​ ​a​ ​month,​ ​so​ ​I​ ​chalked​ ​it​ ​up​ ​to​ ​the​ ​pregnancy.

While​ ​the​ ​men​ ​spoke​ ​of​ ​business,​ ​the​ ​women​ ​conversed​ ​about​ ​fashion​ ​and​ ​upcoming

events.​ ​Enzo​ ​caressed​ ​my​ ​thigh​ ​every​ ​now​ ​and​ ​then​ ​to​ ​make​ ​sure​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​feel​ ​left​ ​out.​ ​When​ ​the food​ ​was​ ​served,​ ​I​ ​felt​ ​slightly​ ​sick,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​discreetly​ ​pushed​ ​the​ ​nauseating​ ​dishes​ ​away.​ ​Though​ ​when Sigñora​ ​Hera​ ​noticed,​ ​a​ ​huge​ ​knowing​ ​smile​ ​stretched​ ​across​ ​her​ ​face.

I​ ​politely​ ​requested​ ​that​ ​it​ ​be​ ​kept​ ​a​ ​secret​ ​considering​ ​that​ ​I​ ​was​ ​still​ ​in​ ​the​ ​early​ ​stages pregnancy.​ ​Sigñora​ ​Hera​ ​was​ ​a​ ​kind​ ​woman,​ ​but​ ​it​ ​was​ ​rumoured​ ​that​ ​both​ ​Sigñora​ ​Hera​ ​and​ ​Sigñore Tomas​ ​were​ ​cheating​ ​on​ ​each​ ​other.​ ​Their​ ​marriage​ ​was​ ​for​ ​a​ ​show​ ​since​ ​it​ ​merged​ ​two​ ​great​ ​houses together​ ​to​ ​strengthen​ ​their​ ​power.

The​ ​dinner​ ​celebrated​ ​Enzo's​ ​acceptance​ ​of​ ​the​ ​honor​ ​of​ ​painting​ ​the​ ​new​ ​cathedral​ ​that, hopefully,​ ​will​ ​become​ ​a​ ​monument​ ​one​ ​day.

The​ ​grape​ ​juice​ ​I​ ​swapped​ ​for​ ​wine​ ​wasn't​ ​as​ ​good​ ​as​ ​the​ ​alcoholic​ ​beverage,​ ​but​ ​due​ ​to circumstances​ ​it​ ​was​ ​going​ ​to​ ​have​ ​to​ ​do.

My​ ​throat​ ​felt​ ​dry​ ​even​ ​after​ ​drinking​ ​water,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​dryness​ ​of​ ​my​ ​drink​ ​surprised​ ​me.​ ​I kept​ ​swallowing​ ​in​ ​big​ ​gulps,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​rid​ ​of​ ​the​ ​dry​ ​sensation​ ​in​ ​my​ ​mouth,​ ​but​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​succeed. My​ ​lungs​ ​started​ ​to​ ​constrict​ ​and​ ​I​ ​was​ ​struggling​ ​to​ ​breathe.

"Mi​ ​amore,​ ​what's​ ​the​ ​matter?"​ ​Enzo​ ​asked​ ​as​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​suddenly​ ​found​ ​their​ ​way​ ​to​ ​my back​ ​and​ ​stomach.

"Can't...​ ​Breathe..."​ ​I​ ​heaved,​ ​my​ ​body​ ​convulsing,​ ​"Enzo,"​ ​I​ ​heaved.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​petrified​ ​by​ ​the way​ ​my​ ​body​ ​was​ ​responding,​ ​was​ ​it​ ​the​ ​baby​ ​or​ ​something​ ​else?

I​ ​nearly​ ​fell​ ​to​ ​the​ ​ground,​ ​but​ ​Enzo​ ​held​ ​me​ ​in​ ​his​ ​lap​ ​on.​ ​I​ ​heard​ ​screaming​ ​and​ ​shouting, and​ ​blood​ ​rushing​ ​out​ ​of​ ​my​ ​ears​ ​and​ ​nose.​ ​My​ ​eyes​ ​burned​ ​red,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​colourful​ ​rays​ ​of​ ​light became​ ​blurry.​ ​The​ ​perfection​ ​ending​ ​within​ ​seconds.​ ​Above​ ​me,​ ​Enzo​ ​was​ ​screaming,​ ​his​ ​hands running​ ​all​ ​over​ ​me.

"POISON!"​ ​He​ ​cried​ ​out​ ​loud.​ ​His​ ​lips​ ​kept​ ​moving​ ​but​ ​I​ ​couldn't​ ​process​ ​anything​ ​he​ ​was saying.​ ​My​ ​body​ ​was​ ​aching,​ ​and​ ​every​ ​limb​ ​numbed​ ​quickly​ ​while​ ​my​ ​heart​ ​burned​ ​like​ ​the​ ​dying embers​ ​of​ ​a​ ​fire.

"Per​ ​favore,​ ​mi​ ​amore,"​ ​Enzo​ ​cried​ ​in​ ​a​ ​broken​ ​state.​ ​I​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​wipe​ ​the​ ​tears​ ​from​ ​his cheeks​ ​but​ ​I​ ​couldn't​ ​move.​ ​I​ ​couldn't​ ​breathe.​ ​My​ ​body​ ​dispersed​ ​within​ ​seconds​ ​and​ ​I​ ​was​ ​no longer​ ​alive.

I​ ​became​​airborne,​ ​but​ ​I​ ​watched​ ​as​ ​my​ ​body​ ​remained​ ​on​ ​the​ ​ground.​ ​A​ ​loud​ ​growl shattered​ ​the​ ​silence​ ​of​ ​the​ ​Medici​ ​palazzo.​ ​Hera​ ​was​ ​sobbing​ ​at​ ​my​ ​side​ ​as​ ​Tomas​ ​ordered​ ​the guards​ ​to​ ​bring​ ​the​ ​chef's,​ ​who​ ​looked​ ​distressed​ ​and​ ​scared,​ ​out.​ ​It​ ​wasn't​ ​them.

My​ ​love​ ​wailed​ ​for​ ​me​ ​like​ ​a​ ​wounded​ ​dog​ ​tortured​ ​by​ ​itself.​ ​Throwing​ ​his​ ​head​ ​back,​ ​he screamed​ ​as​ ​tears​ ​began​ ​streaming​ ​down​ ​his​ ​face.​ ​Blood​ ​was​ ​pouring​ ​out​ ​of​ ​my​ ​mouth,​ ​ears,​ ​and nose.​ ​

My​ ​still​ ​heart​ ​hurt​ ​seeing​ ​him​ ​in​ ​such​ ​agony,​ ​but​ ​soon​ ​he​ ​was​ ​convulsing​ ​as​ ​well.​ ​Instead​ ​of pain,​ ​his​ ​face​ ​portrayed​ ​anger.​ ​He​ ​shook​ ​with​ ​such​ ​vigour​ ​that​ ​I​ ​thought​ ​he​ ​might​ ​shift​ ​because​ ​he was​ ​channelling​ ​all​ ​the​ ​power​ ​he​ ​could​ ​get.

Abruptly,​ ​he​ ​snatched​ ​the​ ​dagger​ ​from​ ​the​ ​crouching​ ​guard​ ​next​ ​to​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​stabbed​ ​it straight​ ​through​ ​his​ ​own​ ​heart.​ ​He​ ​twisted​ ​and​ ​kept​ ​the​ ​dagger​ ​in​ ​place.​ ​The​ ​combination​ ​of​ ​the deadly​ ​poison,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​knife​ ​in​ ​his​ ​heart​ ​quickly​ ​killed​ ​him.​ ​The​ ​poison​ ​was​ ​probably​ ​wolf's​ ​bane​ ​and therefore​ ​our​ ​body​ ​couldn't​ ​counteract​ ​it.

"OCEAN."​ ​I​ ​screamed​ ​into​ ​the​ ​vacuum,​ ​but​ ​no​ ​one​ ​could​ ​hear​ ​me.​ ​That's​ ​when​ ​I​ ​realized​ ​I was​ ​hovering,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​called​ ​Enzo​ ​by​ ​a​ ​different​ ​name.​ ​I​ ​tried​ ​to​ ​reach​ ​down​ ​but​ ​something​ ​kept​ ​pulling me​ ​back​ ​up,​ ​an​ ​unseen​ ​force,​ ​that​ ​was​ ​stronger​ ​than​ ​gravity​ ​itself.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​getting​ ​farther​ ​and​ ​farther away​ ​from​ ​Ocean​ ​no​ ​matter​ ​how​ ​hard​ ​I​ ​tried.

Our​ ​bodies​ ​remained​ ​lifeless​ ​on​ ​the​ ​palace​ ​floor​ ​while​ ​everyone​ ​scrambled​ ​around​ ​in distress.​ ​Blood​ ​poured​ ​out​ ​from​ ​my​ ​every​ ​pore,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​blood​ ​seeped​ ​from​ ​the​ ​wound​ ​in​ ​his​ ​heart. The​ ​guards​ ​dragged​ ​in​ ​the​ ​chefs,​ ​and​ ​they​ ​all​ ​looked​ ​as​ ​terrified​ ​as​ ​I​ ​felt.​ ​Sigñora​ ​Hera​ ​looked horrified​ ​and​ ​Sigñore​ ​Tomas​ ​looked​ ​furious.

Something​ ​else​ ​caught​ ​my​ ​eye.​ ​A​ ​dark​ ​shadowy​ ​figure​ ​lurked​ ​in​ ​the​ ​corner​ ​who​ ​looked​ ​up​ ​at me.​ ​I​ ​could​ ​only​ ​see​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​but​ ​for​ ​split​ ​second​ ​I​ ​caught​ ​a​ ​glimpse​ ​of​ ​one​ ​of​ ​his​ ​eyes.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​stark white​ ​with​ ​a​ ​dot-like​ ​pupil​ ​in​ ​the​ ​centre.​ ​

A​ ​cold​ ​smile​ ​haunted​ ​his​ ​face​ ​before​ ​a​ ​dark​ ​mist​ ​wrapped​ ​its arms​ ​around​ ​him​ ​in​ ​a​ ​hazy​ ​embrace.​ ​No​ ​one​ ​else​ ​could​ ​see​ ​me​ ​but​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​when​ ​the​ ​black​ ​mist surrounded​ ​me,​ ​arms​ ​encircled​ ​me​ ​from​ ​behind.​ ​At​ ​first​ ​I​ ​was​ ​scared,​ ​but​ ​the​ ​feel​ ​of​ ​his​ ​arms​ ​was familiar​ ​and​ ​comforting.

I​ ​knew​ ​I​ ​was​ ​safe,​ ​then,​ ​in​ ​Ocean's​ ​arm.​ ​A​ ​calming​ ​presence​ ​washed​ ​over​ ​me​ ​when​ ​our​ ​arms felt​ ​for​ ​each​ ​other,​ ​and​ ​out​ ​of​ ​nowhere,​ ​the​ ​Earth's​ ​Spirit​ ​voice​ ​reached​ ​my​ ​ears.

"I'm​ ​sorry​ ​my​ ​child."​ 

​ ​I​ ​was​ ​home.  

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