(I don't own PT, kay?) (sorry for the LATE update, I was on vacation)
Fakir grabbed her and pulled her under the warm covers. "I'll take care of it, go to sleep now."
With Ahiru's fate clearly in Fakir's hands, he had to act fast to insure no ill intentions were going to
arise. He slipped out the door and checked up on Charon, who was still fast asleep, "Thats a good
thing." He thought, looking around for a quill and some paper. Suddenly, upon uncovering a stash of
paper, he found a small story written a long time ago, it was unfinished. "She was sleeping, her soft
skin was showing, she knew her fate, she was willing to accept it, but it must happen quickly..."
The story stopped, it was in Charon's handwriting. "Did he do this?" He mumbled, then he found
another paper, "...So she gave birth to the cutest boy, hair as soft and black as a horses brushed
mane. His eyes were like the freshest rosemary, they glistened like no other." Fakir's eyes
widened, the story was about his birth, "I can do the same thing!" He muttered, almost tripping over
himself. He slipped outside with so much stealth it would make the raven look clumsy, and made
haste to get to Aotoa. Ahiru, on the other hand, woke up abruptly to the mumbling of the words,
"Ahiru's gonna be fat-zura!" She looked under the bed to see Uzura standing there, clapping
obnoxiously. Ahiru panicked and grabbed Uzura and cupped her hand over the doll's mouth,
"Does Charon know?" She whispered, hoping to the heavens he didn't, "Uzura was sleeping-zura!
She woke up to a knocking on the door-zura!" She cheered, trying to clap her now clenched hands.
She got up and peeked out the door to see Charon right at the door, "Quuuuuuaaaaaaccckkkk?!"