"Once this is done, there is no going back."

"I will never go back. That thing is an abomination. It will never be welcome in my home."

"And the other is not?"

The two women stared at one another. The slightly younger of the two frowned.

"No. He is not. That thing is."

"... Very well. When he reaches of age his powers will return. That cannot be stopped."

"So long as he never returns, all shall be well."

With that, a small bundle of cloth was transferred from one woman's arms to the others'.

"Farewell young queen may your children's loves be prosperous."

"And may the weather fare well upon the lands."

With that, the young woman left leaving the other with a crying bundle in her arms. She quieted the child with a soft humming, leaving a hiccuping sleepy mess in her arms. Brown eyes gazed over the infant with fierce protectiveness. She lifted one hand over the child's head, murmuring in a language of old laced with magic.

"If only I were able to keep you in my arms. One day. One day you will meet your brother and sisters I have given you. Till then, grow. Like any good tree young sapling."

Leaving her home she traveled faster than any horse, carriage, boat, or animal rivaling the speed of spring storms. She quietly landed in a forest by its hidden lake within. The water clear and untouched, a boulder tall and proud for in which to fish off of, and the trees circling letting in all the light of the sun, moon and stars. By there she walked on foot toward a small settlement. Not many places held people who stold watch in the inky black of the night. She slipped in, unheard and unnoticed. Approaching one lot house, she knocked loudly to rouse attention. She placed the bundle on the ground, resisting the urge to comfort as the child began to whine. In no time at all, a man opened the door and saw the cloth. Quickly picking up the bundle, he gasped seeing a baby boy with a light wisp or rich dark brown hair.

"Sophia! Come quickly! The Lord has answered our prayers!" the man proclaimed joyously as he shut the door. The woman gave a soft smile she walked to the window to hear him be christened Jackson Overland.

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