20 years later...
It had been decades since war was killed " Was she really dead" they all thought. Wounds have still not healed after keenan had almost lost his wife Donia. He had risked everything to be with her even given up his life to see her again. He walked up to the living area his beautiful wife was playing with there daughter Little Avery she was there hope and passion. She had been born after Seth and Aislinn had there son Micheal a half faery mortal with sight. His daughter was as pale as the moon her pappery skin was ivory, her forst filled eyes were bright blue, her blood red cherry lips, her long snowfall white hair was shiny, her feather wings were covering her lower back and a tattoo born onto her body of a curse of a owl. She had to not know many dangers lie within his daughters body. She was had been born like him of summer and winter a lil of mortality. She was powerful and had a clever strike at a young age her guard walked up to him. "Master Keenan, May I take your jacket" Said Alex. He handed his jacket to the guard and walked up to his wife and daughter this was like a dream together happy wish moments like this could last he thought. His daughter looked into her eyes her eyes gleamed like jades and cyrtals. He smiled and lifted up his daughter in his arms her tiny wings fluttered.
