Authors Warning: This little short contains
some spoilers for If Love Were Only Part of the Equation, in
particular, the truth about Gregory.
Read at your own risk
Fifteenth, in the Third Year of the Reign of Alimia Ausa.
Humans are a paradox.
In all the years Ive spent with them, I still
cannot say I understand them. Ive watched their cities rise and fall.
Ive seen their leaders give their lives for peace then sell their souls
to start wars. Ive witnessed their births and their deaths, their triumphs
and their failures. Ive visited every single place on this world, and
for all their supposed differences, humans are the samethey love and
they hate. A simplified point of view, but what do you want from an old
Wait. I dont think old cynic
begins to describe myself. Ancient perhaps, or even pre-historic would be
more accurate. To the people who see me every day, I am Gregory Telka, son
of Geoffrey Telka. But in reality, I am both men. In fact I have been every
eldest son, and thus every single male in this historic line for the past
five hundred years. It is a complicated issue, but suffice it to say that
as one of my personas reaches his twilight years, he disappears and then
his son resurfaces some time later.
Of course he does so with a sad tale of his fathers death in
a distant land of his own well-documented birth in the same place. The humans
have never questioned it, and I would not offer them an answer even if they
So why am I here? That is a simple question. I
am here for their protection. I have chosen Vane as my home because the place
always intrigued me. When I first visited with Alicia and Laticia all those
years ago I was fascinated by everything from their colorful traditions to
the comprehensive library. So, when I completed my service and was replaced
by my successor, I chose to remain here and make it my
These past months since my sixteenth
birthday, I have been apprenticing with Mathias Veria, the Premier
of the Guild. He is a good,
kind man and I can tell that his soul is pure. He is a change from the last
few Premiers who seemed more concerned with their social rank and personal
power than their compassion. I will study under him until I am eighteen and
then I will take the Masters Exam. Ive taken the damn thing six
times already and it never gets any
easier. If I didnt know
any better Id swear they rewrite them every generation just to annoy
In short, my life among my human friends has been
both good and bad. I enjoy their company, but still treasure my solitude.
I have been careful not to let anyone get too close to any member of the
Telka family. Ouror rather mylittle secret is none of their concern
and could interfere rather badly with my self-chosen duties here.
February the Twentieth, in the First Year of
the Reign of Mathias Veria, Regent to Relina Ausa.
Peace is a
Our Guildmaster passed on last night. I am feeling
more sadness than I had expected, but I still cant shed a tear for
herthis is all part of the Goddesss plan. While the humans will
mourn her loss I know that she is now at peace and in good hands. I think
I feel worse for her daughter who is only three years
old. I dont even know
if Relina understands death. I am over two thousand years old and I know
that I dont. But then, its hard to comprehend something you have
no need to learn about.
Mathias is very upset. I drew his bath for him
like I always do, but he refused it. He dragged himself into his bedchamber
and shut the door. I heard him crying. I know eavesdropping is rude, but
I couldnt help it.
An hour later the Council appeared at his suite.
He pulled himself together, and followed the four of them. When he returned
he was a changed man. I dont know what they said to him, but he appeared
to have aged forty years in that half an hour. In his arms was Relina. He
explained that he was now her Regent and that she would be living with him.
Then he went back into his bedchamber. I heard something break against the
wall, but I didnt bother to knock to see if he was all right. There
were other things to be dealt with and Mathias was ignoring the most
I wasnt really sure what to do with Relina,
so I made her a bed on the couch in the sitting room. Ive slept on
the thing many times and it is fairly comfortable. Regardless, comfort was
probably the last thing on her childish mind--the poor thing was terrified!
Here she was, her mother had just died and here she is, freshly tossed into
the arms of my Master who then just left her to me. I think what she really
needed was someone to hug her, and tell her everything would be all right.
I did that and then did my best to tell her the Legend of Althena and used
some illusion magic to illustrate it. I hope she sleeps well.
August the Twenty-seventh, in the First
Year of the Reign of Relina Ausa.
Time is a paradox.
Linny (thats the nickname I gave her) turned
sixteen today and as according to tradition; she took the throne as well.
I suppose its a fitting day for her birththe Day of Social Ideals.
She has already promised to eliminate some of the more archaic practices
such as only allowing men to serve in the Guard.
Mathias did his job well. He trained her skills
and now she is a deadly mage. I dont want to say that he did everything
well. Ever since that night the Council put Relina under his care his whole
demeanor changed. He became stoic, distant and cold. I didnt understand
it, but I lived with it, just as Linny did.
Relina and I became almost siblings since that
night she was just tossed into Mathiass suite. Even after my apprenticeship
was up, she would always make a habit to find me at the end of her day and
talk. She would excitedly tell me about the spells she had learned that day
from her private tutor and what she still needed to practice. It was always
a light-hearted, friendly chat, and something that I believe she desperately
wanted to share with Mathias, but because of his continued depression, she
couldnt bring herself to even try to talk to the man.
Anyway, her ceremony today was beautiful. I looked
around for Mathias and saw him standing at the very back, arms crossed against
his chest as if he was holding his heart from
breaking. He didnt even
smile at her as she waved to the crowd. I was surprised that he even went
to the reception.
The reception was perfect. If there is one thing
Vane does well, its throw a party. The food was fantastic, the music endless
and the joy contagious. Oh, of course I danced with Linny. I heard some of
the gasps from the crowd as the young flower twirled around with me, the
older man. She silenced them with a glare. Why should they care if I danced
with the girl who calls me her brother?
I cornered Mathias at the reception. I wanted to
read his soul again to see if he was truly a hateful man or if his behavior
of the past years was some sort of external
madness. I decided it was the
latter, and I was amazed when he explained the entire thing to me. It
wasnt that he hated anyone, but the traditions of the city he loved
so much had caused him so much pain.
As he spoke to me in his soft, pain filled voice,
I began to understand. The traditions of Vane are strange and secretive.
There are reasons for that to be and while Im not sure what all those
reasons are, I will not insult them only because I do not comprehend
them. Mathias explained to me
that the Premier is not just the figurehead of the Guildhe is the man
chosen to father the next Guildmaster. He told me that he truly did love
Alimia, and he wanted nothing more than to share his life with her but the
laws prevented him from doing so. He was not her lover, he was not her
husbandhe was only to be her consort. The final blow to him was dealt
when she was ill; the Council forbade him from being with her in those last
And then there was his daughter. She hadnt
even been told the truth yet and probably wouldnt find out until her
eighteenth birthday. He wanted nothing more than to love her as a father
would, but the Councils instructions again were strict: he was to teach
her magic, just as her mother would, but could show her no affection. She
must be raised to be a strong leader and a stronger mage, not a softhearted
He shook his head and then delivered a sentence
that will haunt me forever: Its not that I dont love my own child.
Its that I cant stand to see my own eyes staring back at me and being
forced to pretend they are not.
As I write this, I am thinking about the entire
conversation and began to wonder if he didnt feel used. If not by Alimia,
then by the Council that strictly forbade him from developing any sort of
relationship with his own daughter. My prayers are with the man tonight.
He is truly a good person in a bad situation, a better one than I had ever
understood until that
Sixth, in the Second Year of the Reign of Relina
Love is a paradox.
Love. I never truly believed in the concept despite
my closeness to the supposed source of that power until a few months ago.
I had never known the touch of that feeling, none of my family ever had.
It is a strange sensation to be in love as the humans say. It's
bizarre and it makes you behave oddly, but I cant say that I dont
What I dont like is the criticism. Humans
seem to have their own unwritten laws as to who should love whom. One cannot
be too rich or too poor, too highborn or too common, too young, or in my
case, too old. Yes, I appear to be twelve years her senior. Yes, I know I
called her my sister. Yes, I understand this is socially
unacceptableespecially for a woman in her position. But she doesnt
care, and neither should I. So why does it bother me so much?
I dont think I could do her justice to try
to describe her in a few sentences, but she is perfect. There is no better
way to put it. She personifies everything that humans try to call love. She
is beautiful, intelligent, compassionate, and full of life. Knowing how much
tragedy she had endured in her short almost-eighteen years makes me also
call her indestructible.
Anyway, in the past few months, I have found myself
waiting for my last class of the daynot because I was tired, but because
Linny would be coming by on what had become a daily visit. These days, as
she spoke to me, the topics were more revealing. She would tell me about
her hopes for the Guild, her thoughts on some of its policies, and of most
interest to me, her dreams.
It was during one of these chats in my classroom
I noticed just how grown up she was. Gone was the little girl who required
a glow globe to sit on her bed stand. What stood before me now was a confident and beautiful
young woman. The day she touched my cheek and said shed see me tomorrow
left my face on fire and my mind wishing the day would be
short. A feeling that both confused and thrilled
me. What was this weird and
wonderful awareness that filled me when she stood
near? I didnt know, and
for some reason I still cannot explain, I didnt care either.
And so it went on. Every day she would come to
see me, and every day she would tease me with her smile, her scent, her wit,
and her all too brief touch to my cheek just before her departure. Then one
day, I felt my own hand wrap around hers. I wish I could say it was planned,
but it just happenedas if my hand suddenly just decided to grip hers!
I was afraid that she might not be pleased, but she smiled! I gazed into
her eyes and they danced along with mine, nearly mirroring every blink. It
was a thrilling feeling, yet at the same time paralyzing. My mouth was running
dry, my exhaustive vocabulary reduced to nothing; I simply didnt know
what to do.
It seemed like an eternity as we stood there, but
it wasnt one I ever wanted to end. As I sat there, staring into her
dazzling violet eyes, I felt myself lean forward, just a little. She gave
me a little grin as if she was waiting for me to do something. I wrapped
my arms around her waist and pulled her gently towards me. And then we
No matter how many millennia I live, I will never
forget that moment. Im not sure who kissed whom, but it didnt
matter. In those few seconds, I felt a passion spread between us and it was
something I never want to let go.
And so now we are together, despite the snickers
and comments about cradle robbing I hear behind my back. I know
it shouldnt bother me, but even so I am doing my best to keep my Illusion
as young looking as possible while still being realistic about my thirty
years in the hopes of abating some of the problem.
I guess love is about
waiting. I wait to see her in
the mornings, I wait to see her at lunch, and then I wait for the day to
end so we can have dinner and go for a walk. Sometimes we sit in her room
or mine and just talk. Its amazing how much two people can say to each
other when they are in love. Even mundane subjects like the weather take
on a whole new meaning between us.
Last night I slept with her. I have now broken
all of the rules of my race, but I could not stop myself. She wanted it as
much as I did, but that is no excuse. It was incredible to fully share myself with hereven
if it was the self of my Gregory persona. Seeing every inch of a person is
very revealing, but so is all but dying in their arms. You can be controlled
by this person, but in a good way. You can see them at their most vulnerable
state, and it makes you love them even more. Humans call this making
love. I dont know if that is an accurate term because we were
already in love, we werent making it, we were only adding to what already
existed between us. Making it
As I write this I am still feeling her surround
me, and her chestnut locks dancing on my cheek. I cannot wait until we can
share ourselves again. While waking up next to her made the night all the
more perfect, I would be lying if I didnt say the feel of her skin
against mine and her whispers of my name drove me all but
I guess love among humans is different than it
is between my people. We exist out of the Goddesss love for her children,
yet we never truly experience it in any sort of physical form. Certainly
nothing like this.
Goddess, I want nothing else but her.
August the Twenty-sixth, in the Second Year
of the Reign of Relina Ausa.
Hate is a paradox.
Relina met with the Council yesterday and was told
of the tradition that Mathias had imparted to me earlier. She came to me
and cried. How could she be kept from her father by some stupid tradition?
She swore to me that she would change the law. She was the Guildmaster! She
could do what she wanted. The laws were archaic and served no purpose but
to keep her as a puppet to defend the city. She wanted more than that. She
wanted a life with a husband and a family
And then she asked me to marry her.
I was stunned. I should have been expecting this
after all weve been through together, but I wasnt prepared for
it to come so soon. There was something I had to do before I could even consider
marrying her. It wouldnt be fair otherwise. I had to tell her the truth,
but before I did that, I would try to get the one thing my long life has
lackeda mortal soul, even if it cost me all that I
was. It would be worth it if it gave me a life with
I accepted her proposal and sealed with a kiss,
but it was a half-hearted one. I told her I needed to go on an errand the
following day and retired. She was puzzled, but didnt ask me about
it. Im glad she didnt.
I left the city this morning and, once certain
there were no intelligent beings nearby, I assumed my true form in the forest
just below the city and quickly masked my presence with yet another illusion.
It seems thats all I am sometimes, just a mirage of my true self. I
am tired of playing so many roles. I just want to be the human that I can
be with Linny.
My wings were tired and weak from lack of use as
I pondered the ages since I had last assumed my first
form. Adding to this was a
nervousness bordering on fear, but this had to be done. I lifted myself off
the ground and heard my heart pounding in rhythm with my
wings! For an instant I almost
lost myself in the glory of flight but then was brought back to reality with
a single thought of Linny. The
flight went swiftly; maybe too swiftly as I was still pondering what my words
should be as I landed at the Temples
The dust of my arrival had not even begun to settle
as I shifted again and assumed my human form, but without the subtle touch
of illusion. I glanced in one of the mirrors and shuddered at what I now
saw as my grotesqueness. Blood red eyes and headfur that looked like a dead
skunkif Linny ever saw me like this she would run away. I know I
Althena knew I was coming. She also knew of everything
Ive done. I didnt expect any less from the Goddess; after all
she was the Goddess. She smiled at me and addressed me by my proper
nameGrelka, bidding me to step before her throne and speak.
I told her of my situation, and begged heron
my knees evenfor what I desired. But she refused me without hesitation.
I should have expected it. She gently stroked my headfur as though I was
some stray cat and she explained her reasoning. I didnt want to listen
to her, but I did.
My mothers voice was as musical as ever,
and she touched my cheek just as Linny used to as she reminded me of my reason
for being. I am one of the Black Dragons--one of the first and created by
her hand alone. I might have finished my active protection, but as one of
her Dragons I was to continue to defend her peopleI was there for their
safety, not there to fall in love with them. My duty was to all
of her creatures, not just one. And should that one be threatened would I
sacrifice the greater good for just her?
My duty was to all of her creatures, not just one. And should that one be threatened would I sacrifice the greater good for just her?
Althena lifted me into her arms she gave me one
more order. I was to leave Vane and not return until Relina Ausa had passed
into the next world. There was
to be no more contact between the Guildmaster and an errant dragonmage. The
Goddess explained that the Guildmaster of Vane must not have any more
distractions from finding her destiny, a destiny that could happen only with
another human. I didnt understand why, but I guess it made senseI
could not give her children. Only another human could, and even if I was
human, I was not her destiny. There was already another chosen by
I cried then, for the first time in my millennia
long life I cried. I felt my mothers gentle light envelope me, and
her lips kissed away my tears, but it didnt make me feel any better.
I stayed in her arms for a while, and she didnt bother to tell me to
leave. When I had finally exhausted myself, I looked up at her face and saw
that her cheeks were wetshe was sharing my pain. Althena offered to
erase the memories I had of Linny, but I refused. If I couldnt have
my love, the least I could do, would be to let her live on in my immortal
When I was ready, which was well after supper,
Althena sighed and granted me the chance to say goodbye. By her own power,
I was transported back to Vane as Gregory and Linny greeted me at the doors
of the Guild. She had begun to panic when I didnt come home for dinner.
She tried to get me to eat something, to join her in her chamber for a late
evenings meal, but I knew I couldnt--that I didnt dare
accept, knowing that I would give in again to temptation. I explained that
I had received some bad news and that I just wanted to go to
bedalone. I apologized to her, promising that one day she would
understand but that I couldnt tell her just
then. She seemed hurt, but I
made the excuse that it had to do with my fathers inheritance, and
added that because of it I wasnt feeling well, so with a soft kiss
in the hallway we said goodnight. It was kiss I feared to accept, and hated
having to break.
And now here I sit trying to figure out what say
to her tomorrow. Should I tell her the truth? Her lover is not some fancy
middle aged man with an old Vanetian name but one of Althenas Dragons!
He is not even the man she knows as Gregory! He is a hideous creature that
lives forever for the sole purpose of defending the Goddesss creation!
He has no parentsunless you count Althena and the night sky that he
was made from! He has killed in the Goddesss name, in numbers beyond
counting! He is nothing but a murderer with divine license!
Yes, that is all I am. Protection comes at a price.
But I am weak. I broke the laws of my people. I developed human emotions!
I loved a human as only humans can love each other! I am weak. That is all
there is to it.
I will be more of a coward tomorrow when I dont
tell Relina anything. Its best that she not know. Id rather have
her hate me when I tell her I must leave her without reason. It would be
easier on her that way. My mother is right. She must find a human to love
and make her own destiny.
Damn you, Althena. Yes, I curse my mothers
name! Yes you hear me, I curse it! I have slaved for that woman for the over
two thousand years and now she refuses me the one thing I desire most in
life! I defended her, her people, her world! It was all for her! And what
is this utter shit about fate? Dont you think your childrenwhether
they be Dragon or humanare intelligent enough to choose their own
So then, if she controls our destinies, why let
this happen? Why let me fall in love only to rip the feeling out from my
heart? Why leave me yet again a hollow creature without soul, without love?
Is this some kind of parental test?
If so, I have failed. Miserably.
No. I place the blame on the wrong being. It was
my pathetic frailty that caused the entire mess. I should be grateful
for the few months I was allowed to experience the joy humans feel when they
love each other.
Mother. Forgive me
December the Twelfth, in the First Year
of the Reign of Lemia Ausa.
Death is a paradox.
Relina died last week. Word made it out as far
as the Prairie where I have been living, or rather, hiding. The moment I
heard it, I shifted and took to the sky, rushing back to Vane as quickly
as I could. I couldnt be there for her, but I swore to her when I left
that her city would always be safe as long as I lived, even if she would
never hear that oath it was one I swore to keep. I will not break that
promise. I owe her that
I assumed the role of Gregory Telka again. Some
people still remembered him, and I was careful to age his appearance enough
that he would be believable. Alastair Gaine is still around. He was one of
my friends during my last venture to the Magic City. He was smart enough
not to ask me why I disappeared. Randal Mikasa was notI dont
think tact runs in that family. I
wont repeat what I think does.
I went to the library and stared at the portrait
of Linny that hung next to her mothers. My throat closed up as I gazed
at her. She had been painted in front of a window, staring out over the world.
I knew what she was looking for--me. Thats not a sentence of conceit,
its one of sad truth. The past sixteen years, I had to be careful of the
Magic Guard that traveled the world under her orders to find me, through
the use of illusion I was careful not to assume a form that others might
recognize. More difficult was
to hide my power from any able to sense its presence, but somehow I
managed. Gregory Telka ceased to exist for all intents and
I smiled at the painting hoping it would make its
subject turn and see me or brush the eternal sadness from her eyes. There
was of course no response, but I whispered again my promise to defend her
city, and said a prayer that she would endure a peaceful rest.
At dinner, I met her daughter and the resemblance
is remarkable. Lemia has her mothers eyes, nose and lips, but she has
blonde hair. I guess that either comes from Mathias or her fatherthe
man about to retire as Premier. I know him and he is a decent man. His name
is Cedric and he is as dull as the day is long. When he saw me, he apologized.
He said the Council had chosen him as Relinas consort since she refused
to marry. I told him there was no need for apologies as long as he cared
for her and not her title. He nodded and then didnt speak to me ever
again. I guess I intimidated him.
I cant imagine why, unless Linny
No, I dont want
to think that, I cant relive that again.
I also met Lemias friends. She had been part
of a campaign to save the world along with our newest Dragonmaster, a pirate
named Mel and a member of the supposedly extinct Magic Race who calls himself
Ghaleon. He reminded me of myself a bitwe both have those horrible
red eyes, but he doesn't bother to hide his.
It didnt take me long (before dessert was served) to realize that there was something going on between Ghaleon and Linnys child. I tried to read his soul, but I couldnt. He glared at me, obviously sensing and angered by the intrusion. I was surprised he noticedhumans dont. I will be careful around him. If he is as powerful as the Magic Race used to be, he could probably see me for what I am.
June the Seventeenth, in the Eighteenth Year of the Reign
of Lemia Ausa.
War is a paradox.
I broke my promise to Linny. I couldnt keep
her city in the sky. When Ghaleon stole the souls of the four Dragons who
were the ones of active duty, he sealed the rest of our powers. My brothers
and sisters and I are as helpless as those who were captured. We can only
sit back and watch as our world is
destroyed. For the first time since I lost Linny, I again am forced
to learn what helpless truly means.
I can do nothing to stop this monster, who is far more powerful than
I had expected--more powerful than he has any right to
Yes, I was right about Ghaleon. His soul is dark,
and now he is trying to take over the worldor as he sees it, save it
from destruction by replacing the
Goddess. You see, my mother decided to become humanyes, the
one thing I wanted, that I had begged her for, she claimed for herself. I
suppose I should be bitter, but Im really not. I wish her happiness,
and right now I wish her safety, since the human form she assumed is now
under the control of that madman.
Years ago you might have convinced me that humans
need a Goddess, but now I'm not so sure.
I have seen them rise up against the odds time and time again and
somehow, survive in the end. They dont need a deity to ask for favors.
They are more than capable of creating their own fate though they are often
reluctant to accept responsibility for the results of that creation.
So, as I sit here helpless in Meribia with the
rest of the Guild, our hopes are tossed on the shoulders of five young people,
including our next Guildmaster. What can they do? Were not sure yet,
but I pray for their returnespecially the one I consider my
His name is Kinashua, but the people of Vane know
him simply as Nash. He was a child of the Prairie, and the last surviving
member of his tribe. I found him wandering the streets of Reza seven years
ago. His clothes were practically falling off his starved body, but he was
bound and determined to get to Vane. Something within him told me that I
had to get him there, and although it took a lot of coaching on mannerisms
and a good made up story about his past.
Amazingly, it worked.
Kinashua, or rather Nash, was a quick study.
Unfortunately, he learned the ways of Vane too
well. He became so intolerably conceited that as much as I cared for him,
I could not stand to be around him. I believe some of that stemmed from his
desperation not to let anyone know he is what the Vanetians call
unfit and perhaps his own lack of love for himself.
Still, I asked him to be my apprentice since I
knew he did have a good soul and that the mask he wore around the Guild was
just as thick as my own. Nash accepted, but then reneged when a better offer
came his waythe new Premier wanted him as an apprentice.
I should have been happy for him, but knowing that
Ghaleon had already lost his soul I was scared. I tried to talk him out of
it, but he wouldnt listen. He thought I was angry with him, and stormed
off. Our words became pleasantries exchanged in the halls, and I found myself
desperately missing his visits.
But there is no time for regrets now. I know he
and the others will save us. I have seen his strength. Tribesmen would be
great mages if they would be allowed into the Guild, perhaps the greatest
of all. They are gifted with amazing talents, that others disdain as
wild since it all too often consumes
them. Yet it does so only because
they are so often denied the very training needed to control
it. Training that Vane is so
famous for. Nash is no different.
He has that Wild Magic as they call it on the Prairie, but he also has skill
and, under that shell of selfishness, a good heart.
It is a deadly combinationtalent and skill.
I believe all five of them have it. I know they will overcome that insane
excuse for a man. I would give my life (if it belonged to me) to ensure their
safety. But alas, I cannot. So I just wait. I wait and I pray for all of
themeven though I know the Goddess is not there to hear my prayers.
May the Ninth, in the Fourth Year of the Reign
of Mia Ausa.
Life is a paradox.
For a man who has known no family other than himself
for two thousand years, it seems I now have a son. Family should seem like
an abstract concept to a creature that measures his age in millennia, but
it is a concept that I find myself enjoying. While I do call my friends
throughout the ages my family, I have never felt the joy of having a child.
True, they are not my children by the traditional definition of the word,
but according the laws of Vane, Nash is now my son.
He stammered over the paper that I handed him to
sign, and at first refused it on grounds that he felt it was undeserved.
I told him that I already felt he was my child regardless of the paperwork.
It was good to embrace him againI missed that, since he grew into adulthood
we had become separated, it was good to know I still did have a son, that
he still considered me a father.
Nash and I have more in common than just our abnormal
backgrounds (although by comparison his seems quite normal and, thank Althena,
he knows nothing of mine). He is as infatuated with Mia as I was with Linny
and yet there is a wall between them. Granted, the one he is fighting was
erected by the two of them together, over a stupid insipid incident. But
like me, it is his refusal to tell her the truth that keeps the wall from
Now that is certainly an interesting scenario.
My son is in love with Linnys granddaughter and facing a similar dilemma!
I bet she is laughing at the ironywherever she is.
I have been telling him that it doesnt matter
any more. Mia has changed the laws. Anyone can come to the Magic City now.
There is no longer the barrier of air to separate Vane from the world it
belongs to, and the elitist attitude once so holy here about protecting their
so-called sacred art has been eliminated. Well, I guess that
isnt an entirely accurate statement either. There are some, but Mia
will change their minds. She is Relina with black hair, and if I didnt
know better, I might well believe that she is my
granddaughter. Goddess knows
shes stubborn enough.
To make the situation even more complex, Nash is
to be inaugurated as her Premier at the end of the week. Mia has said it
is not to be a marriageno matter what tradition dictates. I know better.
I know they will wind up together once they stop their childish bickering
over bygones. I may not be human, but I have learned to sense the love within
the human heart, and I can tell how they feel about each other. It is the
same feeling Relina and I had for each other.
I just pray their story has a happier ending.