AN: Blah Blah Blah. I own nothing but Thomas, Elizabeth, and the villian.
Thanks to my regular reviewers for their kind words. I’ve also decided to be nice and present one more reference somewhere in this chapter.
Thomas comes back in after about ten minutes. His face is haggard, eyes red-rimmed. Sitting down in his chair with a groan, he leans back and says, eyes staring at the ceiling, “God, I get so tired of it sometimes. I go on and everything around me dies.”
He sighs and takes a sip of his whiskey, “Anyways, Pithana, my little prince.”
“Stay in sight Pithana” Muwatti calls to her son, her husband of 10 years by her side as they walk alongside the river.
The last ten years had been amazing to say the least. Pithana had been born 9 years ago, and although there had been some trouble with his birth, all had turned out well. Now, he was a strong boy, with his mother’s eyes and his father’s strong jaw and nose. His coloration went back to his grandmother, paler than the people around him, but it didn’t seem to stop the rambunctious lad. Unlike his father at his age, Pithana had no trouble making friends. It was even rumoured that if things keep going as they seemed to, when Pithana reached the age of decision, he might be considered for a leadership position.