"I don't know what we can do!" Lynellle sighed in defeat.
"Give him to me Lynelle! He will be safe with the Netheri." Sylenar pleaded
"And then what? How will he help Solaria? How will he help the Gifted?" Lynelle held her baby close as Sylenar tried to take him.
"Okay, we will send him to your friend in Klashton. Just tell me this, what will we name him?"
Lynelle thought for a second, "We should call him Nikolas, Nikolas Thornevale."
"That is perfect, let us hope he saves the Gifted of Solaria"
"Let us hope" Lynelle whispered as Sylenar pulled her into a parting embrace, the baby between them.
Lynelle slipped a leather cord necklace with a chipped birthstone over the baby's head.
Then she stepped back through the portal, forcing a smile onto her face. Sylenar watched them go, imagining the worst might happen, but hoping for the best.
YOU ARE READING
The Gifted
FantasyA different planet and a fight against all odds for freedom. A slave who can change the world, but doesn't want to. A slave who is fine with how the world is. A slave who could save everyone else.
