Prologue
The man on the wheel chair stared at his daughter with green saddened eyes, filled by unsheded tears. So much she resembled her mother, he thought... from the perfect auburn ringlets to the entrancing smile and strong personality. He wished she had decided not to go, not to leave him and her family.
"Please, Aislinn, reconsider. There is no need for you to leave" Charles pleaded to the girl in front of him.
"Of course there is. This place is constantly under attack, if it's not because of student quarrels, it's because there are enemies coming out of nowhere, even when we're out, and destroying the mansion! I cannot and will not have my son grow in this kind of hostile environment" She said stubbornly, heading for the door.
"Still" Charles started, determined in trying to change her mind. "We can make arrangements to turn the mansion safer. You and Zeus can move downstairs into the quarter facilities, I can ask the others to start vigilance night shifts... Just don't go, Aislinn... I already lost your mother; I don't want to lose you too... My heart wouldn't bear to"
Aislinn shoke her head. "You won't lose me, dad. I'll just be a few miles away"
"It is not the same thing. What will the team do without you? Jean and Scott will die out of sadness"
Charles hit the right button on his daughter. Jean and Scott were the most important people in Aislinn's life – besides her father, husband and unborn son. They had been there during the good and bad moments, listening to her problems whenever she needed and helping her sort things out. Leaving them would be like leaving a part of herself, another of her halves.
"The team will do just fine without me" She decided. "As will Jean and Scott... and you, m'athair(1), too. Goodbye"
(1) "M'athair" means 'my dad' in Irish.
Okay, so this is just the prologue. I know it doesn't seem like much right now, but I can assure you it'll get much more interesting in the other following chapters.
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