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A New World
The four men quickly ushered their wives and newborn children into the church. There was utter silence as they made their way to the fifth pew on the left side. After they sat down, a man with a knotted white beard and a long black cape emerged from the shadows and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"What other choice do we have, Brom? Our wives all had the same dream, warning them about what would happen if we didn't. I, for one would rather know that my son grew up not knowing me than watch him die," replied one of the men, while letting his son play with his finger.
"We agree. Our children's lives are more important than our happiness," the rest of the group concurred.
"Very well. Know this, when your children reach maturity, they will face many trials, and I will not be able to guarantee their safety. Until then, they will always be under my protection," Brom warned the parents. "Now is the time for your last goodbyes, for the hour quickly approaches."
The first family to finish their goodbyes came up to Brom. The father, the same man who had spoke earlier, begged him, "His name is Jack. He is my only son, so please take care of him."
"I will watch over him as though he were my own son, Clayton. You need not worry," Brom assured the man as he placed Jack in the front of his makeshift child carrier.
All the next couple could say through their tears was, "Her name is Hannah."
"A beautiful name," Brom reassured them, placing her behind Jack.
"His name is Dalton. If he is anything like his father, he will get in plenty of trouble," warned the child's mother. Brom nodded in acknowledgement as he placed Dalton behind Hannah.
"And what shall I call this angel?" Brom asked the final couple as he took her from their arms and placed her behind Dalton.
"Alexis. Please keep her safe and out of trouble," her mother pleaded with tears flowing down her face.
"I will," Brom assured the distraught mother as he picked up the child carrier. "Now I must depart. I am sorely needed in Alagaesia. My own son has just been born in the village of Carvahall." He then let loose a stream of unintelligible words before disappearing in a blinding flash of blue light.