Forty-Six

Mother Goddess-

My child is ready to take her place among the corners but it is not my place to give her the throne of the dark-lings, that right is of her fathers who has yet to come to me.

Drago is a man of mystery and his many centuries as a feral beast have changes his mind and heart to stone, only allowing his beloved daughter and grandsons in.

“I no you’re here” he says from his place at the plush chair in front of the fireplace.

“What was left for me to do my son if you have refused to speck with me” I say coming out of the light that’s cast by the glow of the fire that dances on the walls. “You must make your choice and allow her to lead. Your time is coming to an end and your heart will sone stop” I warn but he is stubborn and stays silent.

“My son it is time for you to join those before you in the forever valley” he grunts but says nothing.

“You are a stubborn foul Dragoriouse” I scold coming to his side. “She is ready and with the addition of new blood-bound members to your