Sarra felt her presence drift away. She felt her soul go down to the Black God's realm. "Welcome," the hooded figure said. Sarra shuddered. "What will become of my daughter, Verilidaine?" Sarra blurted out bravely. "I beg of you, let me live! Let me take care of her!" The Black God looked quizzically at her. "She has a destiny to fulfill," he told her. "Do not interfere with her destiny." Sarra stared at him. "Am I not part of her destiny?" she screamed at him. "I'm her mother! She is a part of me!" "I understand," the Black God whispered. "No, you don't! You have no children! You don't care at all!" The Black God looked down. "I'm sorry," Sarra whispered. He didn't answer, for in a flash of a sled, pulled by reindeer, was a man...or was it a god? Yes, it was a god. Sarra felt herself run to the god who had antlers. The god of the hunt, Weiryn. "You have been sent for," the Black God responded gravely. "You will leave now." Sarra's spirits lifted. "To...my daughter?" she asked, not believing. Weiryn shook his head. "No," he said. "No. To the realms of the gods. You, as well, have a destiny to fulfill." Sarra cocked her head. "Love," she whispered. "I need to help my daughter. Our daughter." Weiryn shook his head again. "Dearest Sarra," he informed her, "I am not a Great God. I may not meddle in mortal affairs without Mithros's and the Goddess's permission. I have no power to help you. Though you may become a goddess." "And live with you?" Sarra felt her spirits lifting again. "And live with me," Weiryn told her. Sarra rushed into his arms. Weiryn carried her into his chariot. Sarra felt a tear roll down her cheek when she waved farewell to the Black God, who could never learn to love.