I was bored and this popped into my head. completly random :)

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I watched as he was mistreated and abused. I watched as they scarred him, body and soul. I've never felt so helpless. How dare they? How dare they touch him! And I could do nothing to stop them. It would attract attention. If she knew... if she knew he was mine, that I had sired him, she would kill him on the spot, or corrupt him just to spite me. So I waited and watched, making sure they at least kept him alive.

On his eighteenth birthday, when my gift came into effect, I went to him. I took him away from his painful memories and gave him a home in the Citadel. I healed his bruised body and battered soul, took him out of the shell he had become. I honed his strength and nurtured his skills, teaching him everything from grammar to self-defense. I was surprised by his capacity to learn; by how he devoured everything. I was also very proud. And, on his twenty-eighth birthday, I gave him his wings.

He had power, incredible power. Powers of an immortal. He would be a valuable asset to the Guard. I purposefully streched out his training. There was no need to rush. I taught him to weild numerous weapons, to control his strength, to shut out his thoughts, and how to read other's. I taught him many languages, taught him to analyse and understand, to suppress emotion and control impulse. I showed him maths and sciences and exlained to him his role in the prophecy.

I watched him proudly as he regained his confidence and realised his value. I watched and smiled as he learned to trust again and saw the joy on his face after completing his first mission. Gradually, his blonde locks darkened, turned blue and his soulful eyes turned a deep shade of violet. I watched him train his first apparentice, never growing impatient, never giving up hope.

The Tribunal members all loved him; and he grew attached to each of them in turn. There was no one else to get attached to. It saddened me deeply that my son would share my fate. I, at least, had chosen this; chosen to disregard my heart's desires. He had done thus by default. For six hundred years, I watched him suffer silently as his friends, his apperentices, grew and loved and died. For six hundred years, he accepted his fate, never once complaining. But I saw how deeply it affected him, how desperatly he wished to be a part of that natural cycle, desperatly wanted to love and be loved in return. I wished, with every fibre of my immortal being, to alleviate his pain. And I knew that I could not.

It was selfish in the extreme to keep him this way. I could give him the life he wanted, remove his ability to stop ageing. He didn't know this, but I was sure he would eventually find out. But I could not loose him, the Guard could not loose him and, for now, he was relativly content.

Then she came along, a mere child of fifteen, and stole his heart. It made no sense that he would fall for her; but he did. He fell very hard. He tried to convince himself that if was just an infatuation; one of the few he had had over the years. He would successfully decieve himslelf only to see her again and have every last inch of his resolve shattered.

He was amused by her youthful naïveté and awed by her courage and determination. I cought him thinking about her incisively. At her initiation, he was absolutly bristling with joy and something else. Something deeper.

Everything I had taught him about not getting attached was gone to waste. He could not ignore his feelings. I suspected something more. There was more to this girl than a pretty face and an endearing personality. My suspicions proved true. She was his soulmate.

At this point, denial was futile. He knew he loved her and he knew he could never have her. And it was killing him. I saw him passed out drunk at the Citadel's bar; and, judjing by the amount he had taken, this was not the first time.

I worried for my son. How much more of this could he take? He had never truly loved before and now his love was torturing him. It was utterly unfair to him.

Then Lathenia overstepped her mark and kidnapped him. The only thing that stopped me from going to the Underworld myself to get him was the fact that it would have cause suspicion. She would have felt my presence and, making the connection, killed him immediatly. But I refused to send just anyone. There was one chance to save him, it would have to be done right.

It was then I realised that she loved him just as much as he did her. I laughed about it later. That a sixteenteen-year-old girl would have the courage to yell at me to do something about Arkarian's kidnapping was beyond hillarious. Of caurse, at the time, it had angered me immensely.

I was beyond relieved at his safe return. Then I told him. I told him his true parentage. I think he suspected it all along. I wasn't surprised. I was surprised at his request. He wanted me to strip him of his power to stop ageing and I would not do that.

I knew that after everything he had been through, he would not let it go. He wants her and he is sick of not being able to have her. I knew what he meant. I experience that too. I could not bear to loose him but to keep him and break his heart was worse.

Then I found the perfect solution. I could let them be together. Forever. I was wary from the mistake with Marduke. But no, she had proved her loyalty and her love. You don't travel to the depths of the Underworld, defying a direct order in the process, resulting in imminent death regardless of wether or not you were successful, for just anybody. She truly and completly loved him. And he deserved her love.

It was one of the few happy endings we all wish we had. And now, as I watch them from my palace, playing and laughing in the courtyard, I do not regret my decision. I have never seen my son happier. I loved the pettite blonde for what she had done for my son. I smiled. It was hard not to love Isabel. She was absolutly charming.