Last night, Julian invited me to rest in the tower. But in the morning, while he was deep in meditation one of the others, by the name of Derry, insisted I leave. He tried to trick me into falling off a balcony - he hoped to kill the babe with the fall. As I stood and brushed myself off, I realized that my baby is protected by a greater force than even I. Whether the child of a half-demon or half-angel, I know not. I only know that magic keeps it safe.
So long as I live, the child shall grow inside me.
When I saw Derry unsheathe his sword, I ran. Franz shouted after me that I was still under Magi protection, but his words mean little against the blade of a sword.
I wander the sands, and scurry in the city, from place to place, sleeping whenever I can, prepared even in my slumber to jump up and run for safety.
I have fallen from great heights in Ireem. I scurry and hide from both the living and the dead like a rat in the sewers.
What will become of a child so hated?
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