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Living a Dream, Singing the Song of Life Again

Chapter one

The Hidden Child of Folken Fanel

My POV

"Mamma! Mamma!" The little girl cried out, her sopping wet violet hair hung limply on her shoulders and down her back and her clothes clung to her skinny body, giving her a poor, sickly appearance. "MAMMA!" She cried even louder to the hot humid air. The rain then came down harder and she was forced to seek shelter under the awning of a small store where she cried herself to sleep.

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That was three years ago this night. I was only fourteen then, ha ha, I was so skinny...of course I was malnourished, sickly and I never had a sure home. That's what it was like in Asturia three years ago. Everyone was sickly and poor, except the infinitely rich, one of whom I would become a week after my sweet mother's death. I hated that life and made the fact known to all whom I met. I told them, I told them over and over that I had a father; a father that would want me. Take care of me. Ha ha poor fools, if they had only listened...but...why don't I tell you. You would like that eh?

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The streets of Palas, Asturia; 2:00am Mystic Moon time. Two hours after my mother's death from Tuberculosis.

I ran for shelter from the rain. At first I tried to drag my mother's limp body with me. She's still alive, I know she is...she has to be. I was too weak, so I left her there...in the street. I ran like the hounds of hell were at my feet. I ran to cleanse my thoughts. I ran to stop the burning and stinging in my eyes. But mostly, I ran to forget. Soon enough I found shelter under a small awning in front of the meat Shoppe. I cried myself to sleep.

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As soon as the sun came up I was off again, but this time I could not run as fast. I was worn out from the night before and could hardly even stand, but I still ran. The colorfully clothed residents of Palas stared at me as I ran past. Shocked at my behavior. The running soon became too much for my sick, frail body and I passed out. Before my vision dimmed and blurred I realized where I was. The palace of the Duchie of Fraid; Chid.

Folken's POV

I remember that day all to clearly. Ana told me that she was with child...I was happy for her at the time though I knew that if anything should happen to her I would not be able to care for our child. I told her so and she understood. I had duties as the commander of the Zaibach army and a baby would get in my way. She had told me that she knew full well what she was getting herself into when she decided to fall in love with me. For the months before she gave birth we were happy. I stayed with her at all times, afraid for her, as well as the new life that she carried. The whole time it seemed like I was living a dream. I would be a father! If only Van were here to see this...he would be proud...

After three hours of waiting, Loxy was born. A daughter...not a son as I would have liked, but still as precious to me as pure gold. She had her mother's beautiful Violet hair. Ana stated at once that she had my eyes and would let no one make her believe otherwise. I laughed with her when Loxy fell asleep in my awkward embrace. But then, as usual, just when I had settled into what I figured would be my new life; I was called back to Zaibach to send Dilandau out to battle. Damn Dornkirk, damn Dilandau.

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It was fourteen years before I finally heard from my daughter. The note I received from her was scrawled on a piece of thick, stately parchment that was stamped with the seal of Freid, but the handwriting inside was casual, even lazy. She wrote about how Ana had died and wrote vulgar things that ran to the extent of:

'if you really loved us, why didn't you save us?'

I wished so badly to go to Chid's palace and demand to see her. To explain to her why I hadn't been there...that I was sad too, and to comfort her. I had been a bad father and I realized it then. But there was nothing I could do