Orion caught the blade and sighed. "I know that you love fighting. But I hadn't expected you to want to fight as soon as you were revived."
"It's best we put the previous agreement about raising children together on hold for now. Your temperament isn't the proper for raising children."
"...Or…ion!" Aerialia exclaimed slowly, her voice cracking with each syllable.
She couldn't believe her eyes. She couldn't understand what was happening.
When she awakened, she immediately felt something was wrong; she couldn't sense the Vylkr energy she had once tried to harness.
Instead, there was a strange, unfamiliar energy.
It was calmer… and far more potent. This energy was unlike anything she had ever encountered before.
Just as she tried to speak to her daughter, she realized there was another figure in the room.
Orion.
