A Silver Ray Of Hope

As Zuriel filled them in, Surreal listened, her heart sinking. She hadn’t known Falk was going blind when he’d come home. It had been dark, and she’d been unable to see his face; hadn’t wanted to see his face up close at the time. She’d been too furious, too close to lashing out physically. Now he was blind. He would never see how much Regulus had grown. How much his daughter had grown. A soft frown pulled at her brows as Zuriel said how Falk had seemingly given up. How dare he, when he still had a daughter to care for to the best of his ability? Instead it was the other way around; Zuriel was hunting for him, forcing him to eat. No. This wouldn’t do.

”I think it’s time we returned home and I had a talk with him about Valhallan mettle. I understand his heartbreak, but he still had you to look after. He should have been focusing on that. Both of you are far too young to be the ones having to care for the adults. I am so very sorry for this.” Where Erani was, and why she wouldn’t be coming back, she would not divulge yet. Not until it was asked of her. She sat up, calmly ignoring her sons muffled rumble. ”It’s time we were home. Regulus, when we’re back, see what you can bring down with Zuriel. I’m sorry to ask this of you. I know you’re tired. I am, too.” A heavy sigh left her jaws as she balanced herself on her three good legs, readying herself to head out. Why did life have to be so very harsh sometimes?