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Once all of the witches are finally far enough away, Elle rushes over to my father. Taking his head in her arms, a few tears begin forming. He is still struggling to breath but once her illusion lifts it is easy to see that he is doing much better than before. He no longer looks as if he is on his last limb. Not far from it, but there is still hope.

"Where is she? Where is my mate?" He says brokenly.

At this, Elle begins to sob in earnest. I never thought that she would seem this broken. She has always been the strict, no nonsense teacher and leader. She never shows undo emotions except for on rare occasions. When Ulfred was born she jumped right in with no thoughts of herself. She threw herself into saving him that day. That was the most I have seen out of her until now.

"I am so sorry. I did not make it in time." She sobs.

He tries to push her away weakly but his strength still has not returned yet so he says, "Go. You never wanted us together anyways. I guess you got what you w