Dahlia ran over to him, and kneeled down. Marcus followed after her. He placed his fingers in Cortes' neck. His eyes grew wide. Then he looked up.
'He's…He's dead.' he said, shocked.
That was a shock for everyone, but mostly for Cheng. The poor boy burst into tears. Lena slammed her arms around him. She tried to comfort him, but the news was taking his toll on her too. Her entire body shook.
But Dahlia…She seemed to do something instinctively. She walked over to Cheng, and touched his cheek. The tears that fell on her hand, started to glow white. Then she walked back towards Cortes and touched his mouth. Cheng's tears dripped in it. Then, as a miracle, Cortes opened his eyes. He stared right at Dahlia. She had weakened. He could tell. He stood up, as if nothing had ever happened.
Dahlia fell. She seemed unconscious. Marcus pressed his fingers in the young woman's neck.
'She's alive.' he said. 'Barely.' he muttered to Cortes. That last one lifted Dahlia up.
'This was way to fast.' he said.
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Dahlia stayed unconscious for about two hours. When she woke up, she saw Mahad next to her. She smiled weakly at him. She was happy that he was there for her. She wouldn't have wanted it to be anyone else then the man she loved more then anything in the world.
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'She has a relationship with your son.' Cortes said. He and Marcus both sat at a side of the table.
'Since when?'
'Yesterday.'
'Do you think he's it?'
'Yes.'
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Cheng sat with Lena on a bench, looking at the horses. There were quite a few. Both of them had the feeling that they seemed to see new horses every hour. Maybe it was that way.
Currently, they were looking at three horses.
Two of them were black. Both of them were male. One of them was called Delinquento. They didn't know the name of the other one.
The mere was white, and quite young. But her name was also a mystery for the children.
'You know…' Lena started, turning her head to Cheng. Cheng looked at her.
'What?'
'I'm starting to think different about the prophecy.'
'Me too. I mean, those silver orbs that Dahlia created…'
'Is she maybe the Lady of the Light?' There. The hard words were out.
'Possible. But why would Cortes…Mac…Whatever his name is, why wouldn't he then just call her that way? He always calls her the moon princess.'
'Can't she be both?'
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Oslo couldn't believe it. One of his informants on the block where he used to live had just told him that a girl from about twenty, who was blond with lion-gold-brown eyes and wearing a midnight blue dress with silver, followed a black lion with red eyes to the castle. That could only mean one thing.
"Eärendil and MacIntosh are still alive." He thought bitter. But now he was gonna end them for once and for all.
A/N What do you people think?