Yep a few days later and I'm back. Aaaaand here we go….

Kharina: Ur thanks. Rather a review about the plotline than nothing. In a later chapter I'll tell you about the Eoptis/Ellemar thing, trust me!

Irish Rage And Love: H-e-e-e-l-l-l-p-p-p! That's all I can say. Huh? Did you think that Captain Eoptis was a cool guy? Weird I was always trying to write him so he sounded a tad nasty, or that he was capable of being nasty. Oh well, the whole going nuts and transforming into nasty Mr. Grumpy Andalite was just meeting up with the past.

Oh yeah? You are correct, Deodatus is one little fury ball of ain, trust me. I won't say too much but read this chapter and tell me whether you can see the signs of trouble brewing.

Birdie num num: It is kinda sweet I suppose. Who put the 'war' in warrior?

Asculin!

ASCULIN!

Elwing: Yes a son. I don't know why not a daughter, I guess I just don't like writing for girls that's all. One is enough for me. Again what comes up must come down.

Gee thanks, again I'd rather any review than no review at all.
Ah-ha! Someone's caught on! Exactly Aylary hasn't said the vows. So she could just….I wont say anymore or else it might wreck the story. You'll just have to read on like everybody else.
Yeah I know Keeda doesn't write as much as I do. I've asked her time and again to update but she says she can't think of anything to write. Maybe with a bit of pushing eh?

Yes I do ask. Guy or girl? I'm not gonna tell you what I think incase I get it wrong. I don't wanna insult you.

I LOVE long reviews! The longer the better! I simply adore reading these long reviews they are so much fun seeing what you guys think is going to happen and then crushing your spirits. LOL!

The REAL Cheese Monkey: Baby! Nooo!

There we go. I'm off now to make a cup of strong coffee so that I can write the following chapter. Please enjoy.

Chapter Twelve
Deodatus

(His name is Deodatus-Langor-Irem, Asculan. He's your son.)

Aylary's words rang through my mind all throughout the journey back to the Homeworld. I never seemed to escape that place. Not for long anyway.

Captain Eoptis had been a lot more welcoming since the birth of his grandson. He had returned to his old self, always slightly manically joyful and yet always on the verge of an obsessive rage.

I had become very adapt to guessing the captain's mood and would often spend most of my time grazing with the old warrior. I knew most of the crew used the name Alloran had long ago devised and called him Old Scar, obviously not in front of the captain that is.

He may be flawed but he had become very close to me. Very nearly replacing Seerow as my shorm. It is not uncommon though for your mate's family to become close. I did not have much to say to the other warriors my age, it had become the new trend to aspire to being a fighter pilot. I had no such aspirations.

I preferred to be in charge, not the one taking the orders. Maybe Breeyar liked being the fly-hero, he had become one of the most renowned fighter-pilots in the fleet, but I did not.

And of course my closeness to wild Old Scar did not help with my reputation. Neither of my old friends was stationed aboard the ship, her name was the Rebellious. I thought this to be a very ironic name for Captain Eoptis's ship.

Seerow was a warrior still stationed under Captain Noorlin. Freyorn, Alloran, Sofor and Breeyar were still aboard the Nexus the last I knew.

The other princes aboard the Rebellious were not in the least interested in me. All of them were old warriors who looked as if they had already seen anything the universe could show them and I was nothing new. Nothing out of the ordinary.

In essence, I was alone. Alone with only the company of my captain, who at times showed quite a few signs of creeping insanity.

At long last we arrived back home. The sight of the red and gold sky made my hearts burn with delight.

My son! I was going to see my son! I galloped as fast as my long legs would allow. All the while replaying the simple name in my mind.

Deodatus-Langor-Irem, Deodatus-Langor-Irem, Deodatus-

(Asculan!) Aylary came galloping to meet me. Her tail held high and shoulders back. She showed none of the usual signs of foal-birth. It was as if not even nature would allow anything to spoil her beauty.

(Where is he?) I asked as I touched her blade with mine. (Where's my son?)

Aylary smiled and pointed to the small figure running and bucking just outside my scoop. I saw my mother standing a little way off watching him as he ran and played, testing out his legs and bladeless tail.

He had already grown since I first saw him. His fur had the same deep purple of his grandfather and I could see his blade, when it grew, would take after Captain Eoptis too. Otherwise he was fairly similar to me, though as he was still young it was very hard to tell what he would really look like fully grown.

(Deodatus!) Aylary called out. (Come and greet your father!)

The little foal looked at me with curious eyes. He gave a leap and buck and started to run towards us. He looked so small, so helpless, my little Deodatus.

Aylary touched my arm. (I hope you approve of the name Asculan.)

I stroked her face gently and smiled, (Yes. I think it is a fine name.)

She beamed at me, (If he had been born a female I would have called her Aldrea.)

Again I smiled. (That too is a fine name.)

I felt a small knock against my legs and looked down to see my son looking up at me. (F-f-ffff-)

Aylary and I looked at each other. He was trying to speak!

(F-f-father!) He barked happily. (Father. Father. Father.)

He ran around us happily.

Later that night it started to rain, we had to return to the dry side of the scoop.

A scoop is a bowl dugout of the ground; mine was dug out by my great-grandparents and planted with every delicious variety of grass and flowers. And there was the lodge, the blue-plex awning that covered the east quarter of the scoop and kept our things out of the rain.

I had left my few personal belongings from the Rebellious in a locker near by. These things consisted of a holographic image of Aylary, another of my father and mother. A wish-flower I had been carrying for Deodatus. A communicator and a shredder, which is an Andalite power weapon.

All of these things lay in their hideaway forgotten. I should have realised then. I should have seen…

The following month was the happiest I had been since my fathers death. I watched my son's blade start to grow. He grew smarter by the day; I could see that when he was older he would make a fine career in any path he chose.

I had gone to the Elupera to visit my father's grave. The Elupera is a place on the Homeworld with rocky outcrops marked by ancient writing. It is a historical site visited by young warriors so they can see the message for themselves.

I stood for many hours telling him about Deodatus. I knew that he could not hear me but still I talked.

I had shown my son his Garibah. His guide tree.

Then the day came that leave was over. I had to return to the Rebellious. My family came with me to the spaceport where she was docked. It had been a long trip as we had often had to stop for Deodatus.

This gave me lots of time to think. I thought about many things. My father. My mother. Aylary. My son. But mostly I thought about Captain Eoptis.

Was it wise to stay under his command?

Maybe not, I thought to myself. But you had better not say anything to Aylary. She will be more upset than last time I spoke to her about this matter.

In the end I decided to stay on the Rebellious. Besides, had I not been pleased when I was posted aboard the new model Nexus? The Rebellious was even more advanced than her. Would it not be hypocritical to refuse an assignment on the prototype Rebellious?

So it was with sad hearts that I said goodbye to my family. And yet as I headed up the ramp onto my familiar ship I could not help feeling that something was amiss.

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