The Purpose, Rewritten, Chapter 29 My king
April 11, 1960, Drooling Troll Tavern, Norway
Lord Emmanuel Greengrass was probably on his eighth glass of Firewhiskey when the bartender muttered something in Russian, mentioning that alcohol didn't go well with the emotion suppression potion.
''Kogda zel'ye perestanet deystvovat' boyus', tvoi emotsii nakhlynut, kak prilivnaya volna, i to, chto ty ispytyvayesh' seychas, budet v desyat' raz khuzhe.'' Said the bartender, looking worried.
Emmanuel ignored him and watched the television which was talking about the difficulties of maritime transport. The sounds seemed muffled, and he felt nothing, either physical or emotional. He closed his eyes, but kept seeing the image of his daughter's eyes, empty of life. Oh yes, that was why he was still drinking and why he was here.
''I never thought I'd see you here, Mr. Greengrass.'' Said a voice behind him.
The man sat down next to Emmanuel. He wore a hood that obscured his face, but red eyes shone for a moment in this darkness. Emmanuel looked back into his glass.
"Do we know each other?" he asked.
''Not really. I've only seen you from afar a few times in London.'' Said the man.
''Then you have no reason to speak to me.'' Said Emmanuel while trying to chase this individual away politely.
''Forgive my curiosity... for knowing you are so far away... and for having taken an emotion suppression potion on top of all these drinks...'' Said the man.
Was this potion really working or was he feeling anger slowly rising in his stomach? His desire to be alone, or his pain, must be so enormous that it would break its effect. He gritted his teeth, turning his glass between his fingers.
As he was about to try to send the man away, he stared into his eyes and felt a presence rush into his mind, freezing him in place. He felt a magical shield around him and pressure in his skull. This pressure caused a sharp pain and he saw the memories of the last days resurface quickly.
The next moment, he was out of breath, and he clutched his head before shedding tears, then his hands slipped over his mouth, holding back from bursting into tears.
"Interesting…really interesting." the man hissed in Parseltongue.
Parseltongue?
''Who... who are you? How dare you get into my head like that?'' Emmanuel asked when he caught himself.
He stood and pointed his wand at the man, but paused for a moment, noticing that no one around him was alarmed. The man gave a laugh that made his blood run cold.
''An illusion... no one sees what we do, nor hears what we say. Your threats are superficial.'' The man said.
Emmanuel did not lower his wand, however.
"What do you want from me? I am having... real misfortune and I want to be left alone! I have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING THAT INTERESTS YOU!'' Lord Greengrass yelled, feeling the potion's effects wear off and his emotions coming explosively.
"I would have left you alone, but what I saw in your thoughts interests me." The man replied.
''That interests you…? Are you interested in knowing that my daughter had a monster inside her and that this monster killed her?'' Said Emmanuel, his throat tight.
The man's red eyes seemed to glow more intensely.
''You want revenge, don't you?'' he asked.
''Revenge? I wish Seth Vulken would die!" Emmanuel said angrily. ''No... I want him to suffer... to lose his loved ones... that's all he deserves... to do that to my daughter... to Igor...'' He had a moment of silence and Emmanuel lowered his wand and took a deep breath before sitting down again. "I would never be able to take revenge on a vampire like him."
"And why is that?" asked the man.
Emmanuel laughed mockingly.
''Have you ever killed a vampire? I don't know anyone who is quick enough to cast a spell at them without them dodging it or without them reading minds and catching you in the act before you even do anything.'' Said Emmanuel with a somber look.
''No. I haven't had the chance to do it, but I know how.'' The man said.
Emmanuel turned his head towards him and raised his eyebrows.
"Who are you?" asked Emmanuel.
The man smirked.
''Voldemort.''
OoOoO
April 12, 1960, isolated house in Norway
Emmanuel followed the instructions that… Voldemort had told him and arrived in front of a cottage away from the villages. He hugged his coat close to him before knocking three times on the door which opened a few seconds later. The wizard no longer had his cape but kept his mischievous eyes where you could see that he had once been a handsome man, but his features seemed distorted... and Emmanuel was suddenly uncomfortable.
No longer having a drop of alcohol in his system to forget his pain, he swallowed with difficulty before entering. He noticed frames with portraits of families that weren't moving. It wasn't Voldemort's house, and it wasn't wizards who lived there. Voldemort guided him towards the living room, and he took a seat in an armchair.
''You want some wine?'' Voldemort asked.
"Gladly." Emmanuel replied hurriedly.
He wiggled his fingers nervously on the arms of the couch and decided to cross his legs. There was something about this man that made him nervous, and the atmosphere was heavy and sinister.
Voldemort returned from another room with two glasses of red wine and handed one to Emmanuel who took it, thanking him, but waited a moment before drinking. Voldemort took a seat across from him and also crossed his legs before drinking his wine.
''How... how would you have such information?'' Emmanuel asked, wondering about how to kill vampires.
"I have my sources."
Emmanuel licked his dry lips.
''Do you want revenge too?'' asked Emmanuel.
Voldemort shook his head negatively.
''No. I have my own motives. Do you know Seth's parents?'' asked Voldemort.
''Not personally, but with my previous job at the ministry... I happened to exchange letters with them. They are in Egypt…"
"So, you know their locations?"
Emmanuel swallowed crookedly, almost seeing where he was going with this.
"The king and queen…beings over five hundred years old…you can't…I'll die before I even step through the door of their mansion or the wizard bank."
"I told you there was a way." Voldemort said as he ran his finger along the rim of his crystal glass.
Emmanuel said nothing and took three long sips of wine. He suddenly felt an enormous heat engulf him and everything seemed to be in slow motion: his heart, the music, Voldemort's movements. His veins vibrated under his skin, feeling electricity coursing through his body and he felt ready to run for hours and move mountains if he wanted. He could feel his magic ready to obey his every command at the slightest word or desire. He took his wand and flames came out of it. He tried to take a step and fell to the ground, his hands spread. The world spun around him, seeming to be lost in space. He heard everything: the creaking of the floor, the creaking of a cupboard, the breathing of the man in front of him, a step, a hair floating in the air... then... everything returned to normal, bringing him back to earth in a heavy silence .
"What… what did you give me?" Emmanuel asked, turning his head to the side where his glass of wine was floating.
Voldemort pointed his wand at the glass, as if he knew what was going to happen. He placed it on the living room table.
''One minute and thirty-four seconds... just enough to do whatever you want to do, Lord Greengrass.'' Voldemort said in a smooth, mocking voice. "Maybe the quantity will influence the time."
''A potion? No potion can create that!'' Said Emmanuel, getting up shakily.
Voldemort took the glass and placed it on the table.
''No. Vampire blood. Amazing, isn't it?''
He suddenly felt disgusted and shook his head.
''You are not serious? And how could you have gotten that? Vampire blood!" Emmanuel said, outraged, before pausing and questioning himself. ''It was what? A glimpse of their powers?''
Voldemort smiled faintly.
"So… are you going to do it?" he asked.
Emmanuel took a step back and ran his hands over his face. With this knowledge... these powers... he could take revenge... and eliminate what Seth holds dearest in his eyes, just as he had done to him. It was incredible that vampire blood would be the weapon of his revenge and he laughed ironically, he who hated these evil beings with all his being and all this time... that was all it took to put an end to them. He looked at Voldemort and narrowed his eyes. The latter had his fingertips together and was waiting for a response. A person with such knowledge must have had plans in mind to ask him to do this for nothing in return.
"And what do you want in return? What do you gain by this?'' asked Lord Greengrass.
Another half-smile appeared on Voldemort's face, and he stood up, taking a step towards him.
''A favor… for another, hm? What you tasted is only a tiny part of what I can offer…" Voldemort said before pausing, then clicking his tongue. "Control, nothing less. I need people like you, Lord Greengrass, to make this world a better place. Men of quality, wizards who know the true values of the magical world and put the waste of this society in their place... Vampires who believe themselves above others do not have to be our equals.'' Voldemort was much closer to him now. His breath caught in his throat. "The… muggles…" Voldemort almost spat. "…And all those connected to them…will have to bend their knees. But first, I need...disciples.'' Voldemort touched Lord Greengrass' cheek with his long finger and Emmanuel shivered.
This wizard had dense magic and this simple touch on his cheek almost petrified him on the spot. Who was he? With the last word Voldemort spoke, he understood. He took a step back and exhaled a long breath. After a hesitation and the heavy gaze of the man in front of him, he fell to his knees and bowed his head.
"Yes…" Voldemort hissed in Parseltongue and Emmanuel gave another shudder. ''Your arm.''
He looked up, confused, and Voldemort was holding out his hand towards him, waiting for him to give him his arm.
''Why?'' asked Emmanuel.
Voldemort's eyes flashed with anger for a moment.
''Only this time will you have the right to question me.'' Voldemort replied coldly before sighing and answering him. ''I want to try one of my spells that I invented. Thus, marking my followers so that they can contact me… and me to call you when the need arises. Know that this mark has many other virtues... but which will remain a nice surprise to discover.''
Voldemort spoke softly, almost in love with his own words. Emmanuel stared at Voldemort's whitish hand and held out his arm before undoing his sleeve and pulling the fabric towards his shoulder. Voldemort took his wrist and placed his wand, just as white as ivory, on his arm before speaking words in Parseltongue.
A searing pain shot through him, as if his arm had been put in a fire. He held back from shouting, not wanting to lose what little dignity he had left. When Voldemort let go of him, a tattoo in the shape of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth was now on his left forearm. The mark was black in color and seemed to move strangely on his skin. He felt a pleasure... an unreal pleasure that was not his and understood that it came from the man in front of him. Voldemort leaned in front of him, a devilish smile he would never dream of seeing again on a person's face.
"You are mine, Deatheater."
OoOoO
April 25, 1960, Four Seasons Restaurant, New York
That day, while Seth was in one of the fanciest restaurants in New York, in the company of members of MACUSA and the American Minister of Magic, he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
They were served by the restaurant's chef and waiters, but the chef was none other than Angel, one of the oldest vampires created by Emrick, still alive. The latter could modify some of his physical features and had thus been in the restaurant business for decades and had made his own fortune with his delicate dishes. He said that nothing was like the blood of a human who had just eaten one of his meals and that he had taken a taste for life, literally, since his transformation into a vampire, which had been a real nightmare in his life, never wanting to become one in the first place.
The wizards listened to him speak and drank the words of this vampire who recounted periods of his life. Seth also listened attentively, fascinated by the way he had created a place for himself among humans and wizards.
''And these servers there..., are they Muggles?'' asked Minister Tuft, pointing at the servers.
The waiters wore a mark on their cheeks: small red wings, just like the coat of arms on their white shirts.
"Some of them, yes." Angel replied.
Colton Picquery, the American Minister of Magic, and son of Séraphine Picquery, cleared his throat before speaking, which attracted the attention of the guests.
''Mr. Angel let us know, despite ourselves, that these no-majs belonged to him and that he was there long before MACUSA…'' Picquery began before Angel abruptly stood up and whispered something in Seth's ear that no one understood.
Seth got up just as quickly.
''BAW! BAW! MAN? TRENERI- NIN MAN!'' Seth screamed in Venthyr.
Angel pulled back and shook his head.
''I don't know! I don't know! Nobody knows him! Sorry… Sorry!'' Angel pleaded, getting down on his knees.
''Mr. Vulken! What's going on?' asked several people.
Seth panicked. Angel had just told him that someone was killing everyone in Vulken Manor in Egypt, including... his parents.
It was impossible... no one would have the ability to kill so many vampires and escape unscathed! Where was Gellert?
''You want me to go there with Danyck?'' Corban asked in thought.
''NO! We mustn't… we mustn't… It can't be… I have to go!" Seth retorted in a raised voice.
''You won't be able to create the portkey while panicking. Take the one from the castle in your pocket and join me now!'' Said Corban.
''Mr. Vulken?!'' Tuft asked.
"Angel. Explain to them what's happening.'' Seth ordered before activating his portkey.
OoOoO
Egypt, Vulken mansion
Seth tried not to think too much. Corban was at his side, and they were in front of the mansion where bodies of vampires, goblins, and servants littered the ground, both outside and through the mansion door. Using two portkeys had made him nauseous. Seth swallowed crookedly, his wand shaking in his hand. He suddenly thought of his time turner and brought his other hand to his neck where the time turner appeared, cutting through his flesh.
''Don't you think that if you could change something, it wouldn't have already been done?'' asked Corban, also ready to intervene.
Seth hesitated for a second, feeling the energy of someone in the mansion quickly approaching the entrance.
Where was Gellert?
Without even having time to react, or even to feel the magic rushing towards them, they received explosion spells on them. The time turner exploded, throwing pieces of glass into his chest and the fire burned his hand. The explosion had knocked him and Corban to the ground.
Forgetting the sharp pain, and realizing that all hope of going back in time was dashed, he quickly stood up and saw none other than Lord Greengrass pointing his wand at him. Emmanuel's heart roared like an engine. Sweat beaded his forehead and his clothes were torn in places and covered in blood.
Knowing that Corban was okay with just a glance, he turned his attention back to his attacker. Not believing his eyes, nor understanding the reason for Emmanuel's actions, he used his vampiric speed and wanted to grab the sorcerer by the throat, but the latter fell to his knees and began to vomit blood right before he reached him.
This did not prevent Seth from taking him by the collar, thereby receiving a large quantity of blood on him, and lifting him at arm's length, all claws and fangs bared. He only had one question to ask him, him whom he had always believed to be his ally since he had freed Monica from her curse.
''Why?'' Seth almost yelled in a broken voice, as Corban passed by them and headed into the mansion.
Emmanuel's eyes were filled with unparalleled hatred.
''She died because of you.'' Lord Greengrass's voice croaked. ''Ugh... Your entire race must pay... you... you will suffer like I suffer. Be damned…''
She?
Monica?
Seth frowned as Corban showed him the image of his parents, dead, on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. Seth's gaze hardened and there was a twitch in his face. His wand had probably been dropped in the explosion, but now his right hand, which had been shaking so much a few seconds ago, had now passed through the wizard's body and held a heart in the palm of his palm. Time seemed to have stood still. He thought he heard a cry in the air, or was it vultures?
With a slow movement, he withdrew his arm and Emmanuel's body fell to the ground. Seth stared at the sorcerer's heart in his hand, and squeezed it hard, so hard that it disintegrated between his fingers, turning it into dust.
Corban stood in the doorway which opened wider, also revealing the presence of Gellert and Anton at his side. Corban only felt hatred from Seth which mixed with his own hatred. They exchanged no words, feeling that if one of them spoke, a volcano would erupt.
"Seth." Gellert muttered as Seth passed between them and slowly walked towards his parents.
They look as if they were sleeping because their bodies were so perfectly placed on the ground, their eyes closed, probably by Corban. His father had always been perfection itself and there was nothing left... no magic or aura that made them vibrate with energy. No condescending looks, no more worry, or anger...
Nothing.
Seth knelt between the two and ran a trembling finger over his mother's face where fresh blood stained her jaw and neck. Had she tried to drink Emmanuel's blood?
Seth swallowed again. Pain hammered his stomach, his head, his hand, and a lump was stuck in his throat. His breath stuck in his lungs, and he clenched his jaw, making everything hurt even more.
"Seth!" Danyck suddenly thought. "Minister of Magic Tuft was influenced by Graves, and they are on their way to you, and they believe Grindelwald had something to do with it…"
Seth closed his eyes briefly and took a breath that burned his lungs before standing up and looking at Gellert who took on an innocent look. He pursed his lips, a thousand questions flying through his head.
''We hid!'' Anton said suddenly, earning him an indignant look from Gellert, but the latter sighed before speaking.
"He was quick…" Gellert began. ''Knowing full well that your parents would both be present today... despite appearances, they were the first to die, and while the others realized what was happening and attacked this wizard... they were too late to realize that... he was under the influence of a substance making him almost invisible because he was so fast. His magic was so powerful that…"
Seth interrupted him by raising his hand. No matter what explanation Gellert gave him, his hatred was also directed towards him, and he held back so as not to make another mistake. But what Gellert had just told him sent shivers down his spine.
''Vampire blood... Greengrass surely took vampire blood.'' Seth thought.
Corban looked at him in amazement, his mouth open.
"What?" Gellert asked looking at Corban's expression and then Seth who nodded towards Greengrass.
Corban quickly went to Emmanuel's body and began to inspect it.
"You should heal that…" Anton muttered, looking at Seth's wounds.
Seth didn't listen to him and asked Gellert a question.
''Gellert... the day you found your magic... how did you feel?'' Seth asked seriously.
Gellert blinked and raised his eyebrows, surprised by such a question.
''The best day of my life. The most incredible sensation that cannot be explained, but I thought I was the most powerful being...'' Gellert stopped and closed his lips, suddenly realizing what Emmanuel had ingested. ''No... no... I didn't know this information... who? Seth!'' Gellert walked towards Seth, worried and stingy with information. ''Who?''
Only his parents knew this information…and Tom.
Tom.
''He has a mark on his arm. A tattoo, and I know very well that no wizard who believes himself to be pureblood would dare to mark their body for a simple tattoo.'' Corban said, returning to Seth.
"A tattoo?" Gellert and Seth asked at the same time.
Seth went to Emmanuel's body, feeling absolutely no remorse for having taken the life of this wizard who had destroyed his nation, or at least slowed it down, with a single gesture. As he saw the tattoo of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth, sounds of apparitions were heard.
The wizards had looked at the scene quickly and almost all of them now had their wands pointed at Gellert, except Graves who was pointing it at Seth. He had to explain for a long time what he understood about the events, and then have it explained by Gellert and Anton.
''That's it, let him tell his whole story in court then.'' Graves said in a surly tone. "He killed a wizard again." Graves added towards Tuft, while the others had lowered their wands and were inspecting the scene.
Seth had trouble concentrating on speaking words, realizing he would never be able to talk to his parents again. He swallowed again with difficulty before deciding that he had to protect the vampires, even more than before, and that he would start with Gellert.
''No. It wasn't him.'' Seth said. Tuft and the others looked at him in bewilderment. Seth then showed his arm, still bloody and filled with pieces of clots still stuck to his skin. ''It was me.''
They had a look of disgust and Graves looked at Emmanuel's body, then at Seth again.
''It wasn't a spell...where is your wand?'' Graves asked.
Corban looked around and saw his own wand on the ground further away and Seth's.
"Of course not, it wasn't a spell. Who do you take me for? He killed my whole family! He killed goblins! Do you honestly believe that this wizard deserved to live?'' Seth said, pointing towards the mansion, then to all the bodies around it.
"But… you are… you are…" the Minister of Magic stammered, becoming more and more pale.
''Oh...do you see that?'' Anton said, tugging on Gellert's sleeve. "They never believed Seth was a vampire."
''Fifteen years working at the ministry... fifteen years dealing with wizards and vampire conditions... and now you finally understand what I stand for?'' Seth said angrily before taking a deep breath. "I just… lost my parents and I want to know why Lord Greengrass did this."
The minister blinked and shook his head.
''It's not up to you to do this, but to the Auror Investigation Department, as well as the Minister of African Magic!'' Said Tuft.
"Maybe, but Greengrass just murdered the vampire king and queen as well as several other vampires and goblins! Still, we are fortunate that King Leadzurm was not present! I have to… I have to notify several representatives… and…" Seth stopped, thinking only of rushing to Norway, where Monica is. …where he hopes to find her and have answers.
''And Grindelwald?'' Graves asked as Corban handed Seth his wand back to him.
Grindelwald raised his arms and had a goofy smile.
''What's the problem, exactly?'' Seth asked. "He can very well take over and calm the fires here while…"
"He's still a prisoner here." Graves interrupted sharply.
Seth gritted his teeth. He hated being interrupted. Besides, he knew very well that Gellert could handle and do what his father did, prisoner or not.
"Until December… this year." Anton said.
Graves moved closer to Anton.
"That's up to the ministry.'' Graves said venomously before looking at Gellert. "And with what just happened today, I highly doubt we'll let you leave this… place."
''Wilhelm... you're crossing the line...'' Said Tuft.
Anton licked his lips and Graves pulled back and groaned before moving away to create a portkey.
"Seth… Mr. Vulken." Tuft corrected himself.
"More like King Vulken…" said Anton.
There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, but Seth waved his hand away.
''Enough! We have to...'' Seth began before looking towards the mansion. "…make a funeral and I have several people to see."
''Mr. Vulken, you know the protocol...'' Said Tuft.
Seth looked back at the minister and nodded. The minister will have to bring a post-disaster team to assess the scene and… collect the bodies.
''They will have to be transported to Vulken Island... please.'' Seth asked.
Tuft looked around at the bodies and the mansion before his gaze lingered on Greengrass' body. Tuft swallowed hard and seemed to turn pale again.
"Of course." The minister said hurriedly. ''Mr. Vulken…''
The minister turned to the others to give them orders while Seth turned to Gellert and Anton. The adrenaline began to leave his body and his pain suddenly increased. He groaned and looked at his burned hand. He wouldn't be able to cure it with a simple spell.
"You have the sand of time on you… we need to get that off you as quickly as possible." Said Corban, visibly worried. "And pieces of glass. You can't apparate. Let's go to one of the rooms…"
Going to one of the rooms meant seeing his parents' bodies again, but sand of time interacted with the healing process. He nodded.
''Gellert... stay in the mansion, at least until your judgment is made, but no matter what they decide... be sure that you will not have to remain locked up.'' Seth whispered with resolution before following Corban .
OoOoO
April 27, 1960, Karkaroff Manor, Norway
In the company of Corban and Danyck, they went on the backs of thestrals to the place that Monica had told him about, where the Karkaroff mansion was located. It would appear that Sergei's father, Sanyakov, would still be at the mansion, being taken care of by their elf Romy who had followed the Greengrass family to Norway.
''Old weirdo, you say?'' asked Danyck.
''I never said he was crazy. But that he was almost deaf and blind and that he was incapable of taking care of himself.'' Seth replied before knocking on the door of the mansion using the metal circle stuck to the door.
"Well… there were some on the island… like my grandfather." Said Danyck.
"And you think your grandmother and your parents were better?" Corban asked, sniffling. "Not like we care what happens to the muggles on the island, Danyck."
Danyck rolled his eyes, because his parents had died following an accident with the Marina containers and his grandmother had died of a heart attack a few months later. The same year, Seth had made him into a vampire, and he had taken a liking to this new life, as well as his new powers, making him forget, somewhat, his previous life.
It was Romy who opened the door ajar, but when she realized who it was, she opened wider. She began to wiggle her hands nervously.
''Ah... Mr. Vulken... Romy wonders if you had news of her master?'' Romy's voice squeaked.
Seth pursed his lips.
"Romy… can we come in?" Corban asked.
''Um... Master Karkaroff is not present... Romy is not sure if you can...'' Romy started.
''Where is Monica? She's supposed to be here, Romy.'' Seth said, not feeling Monica's presence in the mansion, but rather hearing the hearts of two other people beating softly.
Romy's eyes widened in panic, and she wanted to close the door, but Seth put a hand on the door. Danyck pushed his shoulder against the door, which flew open.
''Your master is dead, little elf.'' Danyck said as Seth and Corban entered the entrance hall.
''ROMY! GET THESE INTRUDERS AWAY!'' an old voice screamed from another room.
Seth looked at Romy whose lip trembled. Something was stopping her from acting under direct order, but Seth guessed why.
''Karkaroff is not your master, is he Romy?'' asked Seth.
Romy shook her head and looked desperate.
"Mr. Vulken…Mistress Monica…"
Romy sobbed which prevented her from saying more.
"Danyck. Go see who the other person is.'' Seth said through thoughts.
Danyck quickly walked towards the other source of heartbeats, while Corban went into the other room and cast a stunning spell on Karkaroff.
"It's a baby." Danyck said. Seth's blood ran cold. ''It's weird, she has your... smell... Oh... is that possible?''
"A baby?" Corban asked as he walked back to Seth.
"It's not possible…" Seth whispered.
Romy seemed to regain the use of speech.
''Mistress lost her life a few minutes later... after giving birth... and... and... Master Greengrass disappeared without giving any news...'' Romy squealed.
''It's a girl... shall I bring her to you?'' asked Danyck.
''No... well... I don't know...'' Said Seth. "Monica…I'm sorry."
''You could not have known. The question remains whether Igor and Sergei know this. Maybe even that senile Karkaroff in the living room.'' Corban said.
''What do I do? She's in danger here...'' Said Seth.
''Mr. Vulken...'' Romy squealed before snapping her fingers and holding out a letter to Seth.
Seth took the letter with a trembling hand and recognized Monica's handwriting. The letter stated April 8, 1960.
My sweet Seth,
If you receive this letter, it means that the worst has really happened, and I am no longer here to explain it to you. Sergei doesn't know what I'm going to tell you. I thought for a long time that I was still expecting a child from him. But... I have dreams... I dream of her showing me everything she's learning and how proud she is of her father, sitting on her white horse with wings, an Abraxan.
Snow, her name?… she tells me and repeats it to me. And then… there is a big white wolf with eyes so blue, like yours, who protects her. I asked myself why I was seeing all these images, and that's when a few days ago, my daughter who hasn't been born yet told me that she's going to miss me... and that she's sorry...
Seth... a child has no right to feel guilty when she hasn't even breathed yet! I suddenly resented you...resented that she was yours and that I would not be able to protect her. If my life gives you such a gift… I want you to give yours for it.
When my father found out I was expecting a girl, he was scared, and quit his job to take care of me. I... I almost have no energy left and I feel so alone... My father found out that this child was yours yesterday. I don't know if he told Sergei, or Igor, but he doesn't tell me anything anymore. He monitors everything I do and has always intercepted all my owls since I've been here... Romy is my last chance.
I love you, Seth. Protect our Ruma.
Monica
Translation from Russian
''Kogda zel'ye perestanet deystvovat', boyus', tvoi emotsii nakhlynut, kak prilivnaya volna, i to, chto ty ispytyvayesh' seychas, budet v desyat' raz khuzhe.''
"When the potion stops working, I'm afraid your emotions will come like a tidal wave and what you're experiencing now will be ten times worse."
Venthyr Translation
''BAW! BAW! MAN? TRENERI-NIN MAN!''
''NO! NO! WHO? TELL ME WHO!''