Before
A mysterious wave of energy hit both the young man and the elderly woman, causing them to gasp at the same time. The energy had touched something within themselves that they both shared, that only the two of them possessed. Knowing the reason behind the tingling feeling it brought, they shared a questioning look.
"What was that?" the young man asked with a low voice as he ran his left hand through his dark hair.
"You know it as well as I do." the woman responded snappishly. Her anger was still warm since they were arguing right before the energy wave hit them.
The dark haired man shook his head, "No, it's impossible." he muttered. "There must be another explanation. There always is. We are the only ones with the power." As a cocky smile formed on his lips, the young man titled his head to the side and raised an eyebrow "Or do I have an illegitimate sibling?"
A deep frown appeared on the woman's face as she waved her hand in the air with an angry manner "You are incorrigible, Aleksander. Get out of here."
/At the same time in a place far away/
Upon seeing the hatred and disgust flowing into the blue eyes of the middle-aged man standing in front of her, the young woman fell to her knees. Her jade-green eyes were brimming with tears.
"Pe…" the man began to speak with his strong voice.
"Neg… Neg…" the dark haired young woman kept muttering as she shook her head continually. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"Pe ver ei skitt Drüsje! Drüsje! Demjin!"
[Translation for the dialogue in Fjerdan:
"You…"
"No… No…"
"You are a filthy witch! Witch! Demon!"]