Book Of Prologues
Prologue 2 Spring and Birth, Part 1 A New Arrival
1049 Spring
Cloud held rigid with panic as his father placed the baby in his arms. It was so tiny and fragile he was so sure that he would drop it.
"Cloud meet your younger brother Sora," his father announced as Cloud stared at the ugly red sleeping thing.
"I know that you are still upset about your mother, I am too, but we have to look to the future. Without your mother Sora is going to need twice the amount of love from us."
Cloud looked up and blinked his impossibly blue eyes. "I miss her" he admitted making eye contact and keeping it. "I wish she hadn't died."
"As o I" agreed the King his voice softer, "Every day."
"She won't he here for my birthday" said Cloud looking down at the baby in his arms "She won't be here for any of Sora's birthdays."
The King placed a comforting arm around his sons shoulders. "She'll be watching us from the afterlife. She'll see you turn thirteen, fourteen and every age after that. She'll watch Sora as well…"
"I wish that I could watch her. T's not fair that she can see me and I can't see her."
"I'm sorry Cloud" the King apologised impotently his own grief raising at an alarming rate.
"What does Sora mean?" asked Cloud noticing the way the mans eyes glazed over and feeling guilty about his own selfishness.
"Sky." said his father squeezing Clouds shoulders a little.
"Cloud and sky?" asked Cloud making a face. "Dad your weird."
