“Son…” the bright voice broke.
She herself stopped, peering at the child for whom she gave up magic, and finding something new in him ... so much new. Elicitores felt the power she had felt before, forcing those who called him foul blood behind his back to still bow to the Emperor of Eradaras, but now... She looked at her son now, and felt a magic she had never felt equal. He seemed to glow with power. He seemed to become the center of the world. And he smiled without asking anything, without asking questions, without asking about her… as if he knew.
“Son,” she stepped closer, peering at the emperor with bated breath, and at the same time realizing that something was wrong. Something is not right…something…
“This conversation,” she approached him, throwing up her hands, hugging his face
