Epilogue

“I will make myself clear once again. I do not desire any factions within the army. There will be no talk of who belonged in which kingdom. I don’t care if you were Dragos or Lucifer. Everyone’s identity is similar. We are Valent.” I say sternly, looking between the two guilty men who were hanging their heads and shame.

These two warriors had been caught in a scuffle, and when interrogated, they revealed that the cause of their fight was due to the ideology of whose ex-kingdom was better.

“Do you understand me?” I asked with a frown. It has been years. I did not expect change to be immediate, but if these small fights are still happening, then my kingdom is not considered a perfect kingdom. Until every inch of hatred and grudge between Lucifer and Dragos is erased, I will not consider my kingdom a true vampire’s kingdom.

No longer is my kingdom called Lucifer. No longer is my kingdom called Dragos. My Kingdom is called Valent, in honor of the pioneer.

“Yes, Queen Seraphina. We are truly sorry.” The one on the left spoke sincerely.

“Please forgive our folly. Dragos and Lucifer are things of the past. We are Valent now.” The one on the right continued. I don’t truly believe that bringing them to me will make much of a difference on their opinions, but at least I will try.

“Good. Now go return to your duties as Valent vampires.” I say, and they stood up in sync, bowing together in unison.

“Look at this. If you are able to do things in such perfect coordination, I do not believe a day of peace will be impossible.” I pointed out, and both vampires stop, looking back at me in surprise, as if they had never thought of it before. Their eyes brightened a little as they looked at each other in shock.

Beside me, my consort chuckled.

“It is truly a wonder, is it not? How vampires can be brought up with the same set of manners, yet such different ideologies?” Lorcan asked, and I smiled. Dragos was a kingdom that was not different from ours at all. Dragos followed the same manners, the same political system as ours. The only difference was the ideology, and changing that was the hard work, though Lorcan and I were achieving some success.

The doors to the hall opened not long after it closed behind the two vampires left, and someone very familiar walked in. No, he didn’t walk. He strutted.

“I will never get used to that.” Lorcan stage-whispered; and I held back my laughter.

“I heard that, and you’d better be used. It’s been how many years since you found out?”

“A hundred.” I answered the King as he strutted down the aisle to us. God help me, thinking this man as a King… I must be joking.

“Shame on you, Lorcan. I carry this crown so…” He stops before us, fixing the crown on his head obnoxiously, “perfectly.”

My husband chokes on his saliva.

“Oh, dear King,” I say sarcastically, “What brings your majestic presence before us?”

My husband clutches his heart as if he would die of a heart attack, caught up in such wrecking laughter that he loses even his voice.

“Oh, nothing much, baby girl. Just my godson asking why his mama and papa aren’t free to play with him yet. I told him I’d ask.” He replies with a grin, as if very satisfied by my addressing. I sighed. Why did I ever make him the godfather of our son? I would never remember the reason.

“Well if you enjoy being a messenger so much, you can go back and tell your darling godson that mama and papa are busy with work. You entertain him until then, Mister.”

“You must mistake my role in your kingdom! I am King!” He protested, offended. He tapped the tip of his cane on the floor, and mist covers an empty space behind him. It quickly dissipates to show an ice sculpture of his beaming face, gleaming against the sunlight shining through the large windows.

“No one doubts your capabilities, Ren. But I don’t appreciate another statue in my hall.” I say irritably, thinking fire. The ice sculpture begins to melt immediately and it returns into a puddle of water in record time.

Ren turned his attention back from his melted statue to me with an annoyed face.

“Oh, you’re looking for an elemental fight? You’re on!” He said, pointing the tip of his cane at me as if it were a sword. Truly, if we ever had a fight, I would lose to Ren hands down. I might be able to summon demons and manipulate elements, but Ren was trained with his elements. This mage was the King of mages for good reason. He is the best.

After the fight with Linus a hundred years ago, Ren had returned to the cheering hall looking exhausted. Though he’d been glad that I was the victor, he had a guilty look on him.

It turned out that Ren had been the leader of his species all along. It was the secret that Val knew of Ren, for Ren had attempted to make Valrog his demon familiar once. Ren turned out to be the son of the king of mages, and had inherited his father’s affinity with the elements. Ren was also the only mage who, while being a full elemental mage, could summon low leveled demons.

In an attempt to run away from him destiny of leading his kind, Ren ran away from his people. He told his father that he would seek power for his people by doing something about the vampire’s enslavement of mages. In truth, he was only running away. That changed when Ren met Kain, a vampire who wished for mages to be free too. Ren returned to his people to find his father dead. He took on leadership, but run away again, this time with the promise that he would truly elevate the status of mages.

Eventually, his mission brought him back to Kain, and finally me. And since I was now the leader of all vampires, I had the capacity to set down some rules to protect the mages. Ren, King of mages, was now in collaborating with the vampire kingdom of Valent, offering protection of the vampires where we could not protect ourselves. I, in turn, offered equality for mages amongst vampires.

“For a King who agreed to collaborate with us, you sure are quite daft about how to conduct yourself around the Queen.” A new voice interrupted us, and our attention shifted to the newcomer walking down the aisle Ren had been walking on almost moments before.

The Mage King lowered his cane and spun around.

“Mils! Gabe!” He threw up his hands, running towards them with the exact same enthusiasm as my five year old son. They stopped and groaned in unison at their given nicknames, sidestepping the mage as he tried to engulf them in his large embrace.

“You are back, Mila, Gabriel. How was the mission?” I asked, all of us conveniently ignoring Ren’s streak of a joke.

“The humans suspect nothing of us yet, but words will soon travel.” Gabriel reported seriously. Where Lorcan and I had once failed to put trust in the right person, we have now a General of the vampire army we could trust. Gabriel made a good General, but only if he had Mila at his side as Lieutenant General.

“Don’t worry. Humans are forgetful. Such news will be buried within weeks.” Lorcan offered, and Mila nodded.

“It is good to be back within these walls, Queen Seraphina. We are glad to have made it back in time.” Mila said respectfully with a bow beside Gabriel.

“Of course. You must be tired. Go rest and change up. Ceremony begins at nightfall.” I instructed quickly. They nodded, retreating as soon as they came.

“That isn’t fair. They didn’t even spare a word to me! This is discrimination against humans!” Ren stomped his feet with the indignation of a five year old, and I wondered exactly how long has he spent with my son.

“You must be tired. It has been a long day.” Lorcan said, putting a hand over mine. Warmth spread all over me, as it has always done. There is nothing in Lorcan’s movement that doesn’t speak of love to me.

“It has been.” I agreed, taking his hand in mine and coming to my feet. “Let’s go take a break before the Ceremony tonight.”

Immediately, his eyes go worried.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? It is alright if you don’t appear, Seraphina. Everyone will understand.” He asked as he followed me down the steps of the dais. It was obvious that we were planning to leave Ren here complaining, and the mage himself didn’t really seem to care that we were leaving either –caught up in his own world of complaints.

“I have to turn up, Lorcan. It has been a century that he’s gone…” I drift off, but pull myself back to reality fast enough before I fell into an abyss of memories. “It will be okay. I have you. I have our son.”

As if on cue, I heard pattering of tiny feet rushing through the marbled floor, accompanied with delighted squeals as voices desperately called. Lorcan and I stopped walking, sharing an amused look with each other before we turned, looking back at the corridor that we’ve just passed.

“Mama! Papa!” My darling boy screams, charging towards us like a tiny projectile. My baby boy stops a few steps away from us, and then launches into the air towards us. The little rocket collides into his waiting father’s arms, squealing and laughing at the joy of being back in Lorcan’s embrace.

Behind him, flustered vampires screeched to a halt, some panting. My son must have had them running all around the castle, chasing after him like a tiny tornado.

“Sister…… I thought Kelsey was bad…… This is……” Dante panted the heaviest, a hand placed on the wall as he doubled over to catch his breath even though he technically didn’t need it.

“Uncle Dante needs to be fitter!” My son declared, and both Lorcan and I chuckled while my brother glared at his nephew.

“Dante! Where is that little devil?” Kelsey’s voice was far away, but she appeared before us in a few seconds, eyes widening when she saw the little boy in his father’s arms.

“Fina! I’ll tell you; this little devil is the death of everyone! Why must he be so damned cute! I can’t stand it!” Kelsey grabbed my shoulders, shaking me as if berating me for giving birth to such a devil. My son was truly a force to be reckoned with, even at a young age of five.

“Mama, Aunt Kelsey says I’m cute! Do you think I’m cute?” My son declared, stretching arms to me and squirming in his father’s hold. Lorcan was all too ready to surrender the squirming and kicking five year old in my arms, and my baby boy snuggled quickly in my embrace.

“You’re the cutest boy in the whole kingdom, alright? Now, you’ve been a bad boy, making your aunt and uncle chase around for you.” I said in a mock-stern voice, and my darling boy puckered his lips.

“He looks like you when he puckers.” Lorcan whispered, and I elbowed him softly.

“But I wanted to look for Mama and Papa. God-Daddy Ren says he would ask you guys, but he’s lying! He never asked you, right?” My baby protested, threatening to cry. He knew many vampires –namely his uncle, aunt and godfather –would give in when he cried, but it worked no longer on me.

“You little devil! I heard you!” Ren’s voice came from behind us, and we finally found the complaining mage away from the hall, making towards us in the corridor.

“Ahh! It’s the monster Ren!” My little boy screamed, and then hugged me so tightly, pushing his face against my chest as if it could help him hide from the ‘monster’.

“You’re such a charmer, Ren.” Lorcan muttered, but was knocked on the head with a cane by the man in topic.

“You should control your devil of a little boy, Lorcan. He’s got your annoying ability of making people fall in love with him. I won’t be surprised if he grows up a Casanova.” Ren growled as I raised a brow at him.

“What’s a Casanova, Mama?” My little boy asked innocently, and I laughed before I could help myself.

“I swear the things this little one is exposed to…” Kelsey’s eyes drifted to Ren, and she whacked him lightly on his shoulder. “You’re to blame!”

Ren protested, and soon my son was listening to the argument between my sister and the king of mages with delight.

“Are preparations for tonight ready?” Lorcan asked.

“Yes. All we have to do is to wait for nightfall. Will you be attending, Fina?” Dante replied with a smile. My darling little brother was truly a force to be reckoned on when he put his heart and soul, and Dante was definitely a pro in taking care of things around here. Of course, who else could make such an efficient advisor around here?

“Of course. It is his anniversary.” I stroked the top of my son’s head.

Dante looked like he wanted to say more, but swallowed the words away.

“Alright. I’ll prepare your little devil for the Ceremony. You look like you can do with a little rest.”

I passed him a smile. Trust my brother to be so caring. It seemed so long ago that he was still insulting me and calling me name with his teenage rebellion. I truly hoped my son wouldn’t be like that during his rebellious stage.

Leaving the crowd in the corridor, Lorcan and I returned to our quarters, where we spent some quiet time together, in each other’s embrace.

And then it was time for the Ceremony.

Sad songs were playing and the ballroom was filled by time Lorcan and I reached. Of course, the Ceremony could not start without either Lorcan or me, so our arrival meant the start of it all. A priest stood on the raised platform and led everyone into a moment of silence. The Last Rites were carried out again, and the priest left the stage.

Lorcan looked at me, as if unsure if he should go up in my place or not. The worry and concern is there in his eyes, but some things… I have to do.

The applause stops as I step on the raised platform, looking out at the vampires I considered my kingdom members. At one corner are the mages belonging to Ren’s faction too.

“It has been a hundred years.” Starting the speech has always been the hardest, and this is no different. The tears threaten to roll down my cheeks, but I kept them back. No weakness.

“A century ago, we were still Dragos and Lucifer. A hundred years ago, I was in a car crash and I lost my memory. We fought for our lives fiercely, against each other. The Lucifer for me, the Dragos for Linus.” There was a stir from the crowd at the uttered name of who used to be my enemy.

“A hundred years ago, on this day, we lost someone precious to the kingdom. He was not the king. He was not a leader, a general. He was not a brave warrior. But he was my brave warrior. My escort.”

The words were getting harder as my throat constricted. Maybe this is a bad idea. I shouldn’t have attended. I shouldn’t have tried my own resilience.

“He was a traitor. To both our kingdoms. To Dragos, he was a prince who had turned his back on his people. To Lucifer, he was a spy who got close to me, the heir to the throne. He belonged nowhere. Except for me. His heart belonged with me. He is the one who was of both Kingdom.”

I took a moment to wipe the tears away from the corner of my eyes.

“Standing before you here shouldn’t be me. I might be the enforcer of a joint kingdom, but he… He is your leader. Your pioneer. He was the first vampire who was of both kingdoms. Tonight…” I sniffle once, wiping more tears away. “We celebrate his passing. Tonight, we celebrate the hundredth year since the birth of Valent.”

Cheers, mixed with tears, rose up the crowd.

Through tears, I smiled. Everyone is a Valent now.

This is for you, if you’re looking down from the heavens.

I sent up a little prayer, hoping he could hear me.

I left the celebration early.

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I leave the beautiful flowers in the vase and clean away the weeds growing over stone. I run out of things to do quickly, so I end up sitting before the stone, wrapping my arms around my knees. The full moon shines on the tomb set in the garden. If I believed in fantasies or miracles, I would be hoping for a man to open the tomb from inside, then sit up and call my name with love.

The earth stains my gown, but I do little to matter about it, as I touch soft fingertips on the cold stone. I tried not to remember how this stone cover was closed, and how I’d cried when I could no longer see his face.

Sitting alone in the cold night, I close my eyes and replay every memory of him, my heart bursting with love lost. I had promised him, and this is my relief. Only once every year, on his anniversary, can I love him. And every year, on this day, I love him with every inch of me.

Distantly, in my peaceful silence, I hear the soft tapping of cane on marbled floor. There is no asking who it is, and Ren silently takes a seat on the floor beside me without a word. He stares at the tomb, as I do, and we spend our time in silence. I don’t know what his thoughts are, but all of mine are filled with Kain.

Memories of how he had wrapped his arms around me, how he had kissed the top of my head with the desire of a man who wanted to kiss my lips. He had never kissed my lips. He hadn’t dared. He hadn’t wanted. All Kain wanted was to love me in his own way. All Kain wanted was to protect me.

And I am protected, so he had no job to do.

“Before everything happened, Baby Girl, back on that island, Kain told me the Pit was one of the most important places in his life. When I asked him why, he said it was because that was where he first met you. It was where he first met me, Mila and Gabriel too. The Pit, no matter how bloody that place is, always was a beginning for him.”

I didn’t reply Ren, for I didn’t know what to reply. The Pit was gone, for my kingdom had expanded. Where the Pit used to be was now the kingdom square.

“The Pit was a place where he met people he eventually trusted his life with. I was just visiting it –or what was left of it –today before I came back to the castle walls.” Ren continued, apparently not having expected a reply from me. “I kind of suspected that man to have thought about his death, considering his position. When we were on the island, he often teleported back, bringing sand from the Pit. I never asked him what he was doing there.”

There was the sound of soft shuffles, and then a dusty white envelope came into view.

I looked from it to Ren, who had an encouraging look on his face.

“I went back today, wondering what he was doing in the Pit so close to the Dragos. It definitely wasn’t to check out their security. He must have known I would get curious, for buried with this was a full bottle of whisky that was enchanted –by me. I sensed it out, and got curious as to why my handiwork was buried deep in the sand. You should read it.” Ren urged, inching the envelope closer.

Curious, I accepted it, turning it around to see my name written on it with Kain’s cursive handwriting. It was dusty and a little sandy –evidence from it being buried in the Pit.

“I’ll leave you alone with him.” Ren bade his goodbye quickly, but I ignored the departure of the mage as I tore the top open, retrieving the paper inside. With trembling fingers, I unfolded it, and feasted my eyes upon the sight of the last letter Kain wrote to me.

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Seraphina.

If you are reading this, you must have been successful in gaining your kingdom back. But if this is so, then I must be dead, along with my brother. I promised myself that I would go after Linus’s life after you regained Lucifer; to gift you Dragos as my last present to you. I hope I have done that.

Do not mourn me, Seraphina. I do not find myself worthy. I am a mere vampire, your mere escort. The simple fact that you are willing to give me a chance, to love me, has me elevated past what is expected from a mere guardian. I am allowed to love you, Seraphina, but no princess should love her escort back in return.

Still, you have loved me, and I revel in it. Know that my sleep these few days have been peaceful, and I wake up with a smile, knowing that you are willing to give me a chance, even after all that has happened.

I am sorry that have lied to you. I am sorry I doubted your love.

But I was afraid I would never have been so happy if I told you the truth right from the start.

Please, forgive me. I never meant to hurt you. I only want to protect you, and your happiness.

Your happiness belongs with Lorcan, not with me. I have seen you smile like never before with Lorcan. Yes, you love me. But with Lorcan, you love him and you are happy with it. He suits you better, Seraphina, do not deny it. While I am also a prince, I have no position in your life. Prince Marchand has every right to be there.

It breaks my heart to know you will have to read my letter to you like this. I hope you do not cry. I hope you do not break your heart. I hope your heart has already been with Lorcan, none of it left for me.

Forget me, Seraphina. Forget this foolish little escort who was once so smitten with you.

I will move on with my death, a happy spirit.

Forget me, but don’t forget to keep yourself protected and happy.

Farewell, Princess.

Kain.

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My trembling fingers dropped the letter from my hands. I watched as it floated to the floor, and I shook like a leaf in a windstorm, hugging my knees. I glared at the tomb, because I knew I would cry if I looked anywhere else. And I wouldn’t cry. Kain had told me not to cry.

How can a man be so stupid, yet so clever to leave his last letter to me?

How can a man be so stupid to love so dearly, so hopelessly?

How can a man be so dedicated?

I shivered in the cold, feeling so alone in the world without him. Where was warmth when I needed it?

Soft material covered my shoulders and tucked the shawl in tight with gentle hands. Then warm arms wrapped around me, and a cheek pressed against the side of me.

“Mama,” said Kain, “aren’t you cold? I hope you are a little warmer now.”

I defied Kain, and the tears dropped from my eyes.

“Oh Mama! Don’t cry!” My son exclaimed as he hugged me tighter. “Kain will be a good boy.”

Oh, how innocent. I wrapped my arms around my five year old son, and quietly sobbed.

“I love you, Kain.” I whispered.

“Me, Mama? Or the man lying inside there?” Kain asked in reply, as I hugged him tighter.

“Both, my dear. Both.”

Kain pulled away, and looked at me in the eyes. His black eyes sparkled, and he rubbed his soft thumb on my cheek, wiping away the tears.

“But you love me more, right?” Kain asked innocently with his wide eyes.

I bit my bottom lip. Between Kain and Lorcan, who had I loved more?

“It doesn’t matter to your mama, little Kain. She loves the both of you equally much. You have to understand that your mama loves many people, Kain. But you and I are the most important ones to her.” Lorcan’s soft voice came into hearing, and I turned to see him walking towards us.

“Papa! You were right! How did you know Mama was here?” Kain exclaimed, but Lorcan only smiled.

“Your mama is always here on this day, you little devil. Don’t you know that?”

“Really? Why?” The little boy asked, wide eyed.

“Because she loved that man inside there. She still loves him.” Lorcan replied easily, but I felt a twinge in my heart.

“Lorcan, I-” I began to protest a little, but he put down the lamp he’d been carrying with him and pulled me up to my feet.

“Its okay, Seraphina. I understand. Little Kain will also understand. You love Kain, and nothing is going to change that. I’m just glad that I can love you too.”

“I am so sorry, Lorcan…” I wiped the tears away as best as I could. “I must not be the perfect woman you dream me to be… No one wants to marry a woman who loves another man along with him.”

Lorcan only laughs softly, kissing the top of my forehead softly.

“Nonsense, Seraphina. In fact, how much you loved Kain only told me exactly how loving you can be. I don’t mind sharing you, Seraphina, if it’s with someone who’s worth it. Kain’s definitely worth sharing you with.”

“Thank you for saying such kind words, Lorcan.” I melted in his embrace. Who else, but Lorcan could make me feel so loved, even while I suffered a heartbreak over the death of another lover?

A scream broke us out of our reverie, and I jumped, turning to the source of that sound. I grabbed our child from the ground, hugging him tightly as I called to the fire, sending it back to where it belonged in the oil lamp.

Kain continued screaming, shaking his hand as if the fire was still on it.

“Kain, darling, it’s gone. Kain, it’s okay now. You’ll be okay.” I muttered softly in his ear, hoping to calm him down. I couldn’t blame the five year old for wanting to get close to the fire. It was just a child’s curiosity, but it must have hurt.

“Let me see your hand.” Lorcan jumped forwards with a worried look.

What we saw shocked us.

Because there was no mark at all. Nothing. No burnt marks.

“I-It didn’t hurt. I-I-I was shocked… that’s all…” Kain sniffled as he pulled his hand back from his shocked father’s touch.

“How can that be?” Lorcan asked, picking up the lamp, then venturing a finger close to the fire. He winced when the heat got to him. “It’s still hot.”

Something nagged in me. After I drank Kain’s blood a hundred years ago, I had somehow been able to control the elements like the Dragos royal could. No one could explain why I could do it, but had come to accept it.

I called for the fire to jump on my hand, holding it a safe distance away from little Kain.

“Mama?”

“Reach for it, little Kain.” I encouraged, watching as our son reluctantly followed my instructions. “Does it hurt?”

Lorcan’s eyes grew wide at our son’s expression, one of happiness even as tiny fingers got closer to the fire.

“It’s warm! It doesn’t hurt at all, Mama! It’s warm!” Kain declared, reaching even closer into the fire.

“I can hear something, Mama! Someone is speaking to me!” Kain shouted, wiggling in my arms in glee.

Lorcan exchanged a confused look to me. Neither could I hear anyone speaking, save our child’s exclamations in the silence of the garden around the tomb.

“Kain? Your name is Kain too?” Little Kain seemed to be conversing with this ‘voice’, and our looks turned worried. Who was this our son was speaking to? Could it be some sort of delusion?

“You know Mama?” Little Kain was looking wide eyed at the fire, both hands in it fearlessly. “Of course Kain loves Mama!”

I couldn’t hear the voice, but the replies from our son were… strangely familiar.

“I promise too! I’ll protect Mama, Kain. You will help me, right?”

There was a short moment of silence which I strained to hear some sort of a voice. Lorcan shifted closer to the fire, but he was as affected by the fire as I was.

“Okay, Kain! Let’s protect Mama together! Kain Power!”

Lorcan exchanged a slightly fearful look with me. It seemed like our son was talking to the real Kain… But how was it? The man was dead for a hundred years.

“Mama, you heard that? I’m going to protect you with my new friend!” Our son squirmed around in my embrace to look at me. I gasped, gave a silent shriek and lost grasp of Kain.

He, for one, managed to find his feet beneath him as he landed, looking a little confused and scared at the shocked looks his parents were giving him. I don’t blame him for being scared, because I frankly am a little scared and unsure too.

What the hell is happening?

Little Kain blinked his perfect blue eyes with confusion, looking between his father and me.

“Papa? Mama? Did I do something wrong?” He asked worriedly, tears filling those innocent… blue eyes. How is it possible? Lorcan and I had black eyes. There was no way he could have blue eyes…

And that blue was the bluest I’ve ever seen. It is the deep ocean blue.

The blue of Kain’s eyes.

“If it is the fire-thing, Mama, Papa, I’m sorry! I didn’t know! I just wanted to touch it! It looked so pretty!” Kain began to cry with fear, but I looked down at the fireball floating on my palm.

Feeling a little sorry, I knelt down and lowered myself to my son’s eye level.

“I-It’s okay, Kain.” I hope I didn’t scare him with my uncertainty.

“Here, can you… hold this?”

If Kain was my son, and had inherited my abilities, then it would explain why he could touch the fire without being burnt.

Kain reached forwards, and then took the fireball off my hands in both of his.

“He… He can hold fire? And h-his eyes…” Lorcan seemed dumbfounded, not knowing what to make of things.

“I… think he can control the elements too, Lorcan. B-but the eyes…”

“They are exactly Kain’s eyes, no?” Lorcan whispered as our little boy began talking to the fireball again, as if making a conversation. I prayed that our boy wasn’t… unnatural.

“I can hold fire, Kain! Isn’t that cool?”

I held on tight to Lorcan, trying to make sense of something.

“It must be my hand! Cool! I can use fire!”

The real Kain had that ability too.

“What? You mean I can do other things too? Like Mama?”

I closed my eyes, listening to my son. This can’t be happening…

He’s your son, Seraphina. Love him, don’t fear his future.

The voice pierced through my mind like bullet over water.

Kain?!?

There is no reply.

“What do you mean by that? I have the hand that holds the fire? What fire?” Little Kain continued asking the fireball, as if it were a crystal ball with all the answers in the world.

His confused eyes look up at me. Correction; his confused blue eyes.

“What does it mean, Mama? He’s saying I have the hand that holds the fire of your heart.”

Lorcan looked down at my worriedly, but answered our child.

“It means you have her love.”

Little Kain beams back up at us. Suddenly, I am not so afraid anymore.

Why should I be? This is only something different of my child as compared to others. So what if he can use elements? So what if he can talk to fire as if there was something talking to him? So what if he has blue eyes?

He is my son. He is Kain.

And I love him.

-The End-