Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141003213306/@comment-5583506-20141010190248

Riamide slowly approached Myling and knelt down next beside her. "This was something I was hoping that I could have spared you from, my dear. But the truth is that you don't belong here..."

Myling wiped some tears from her eyes. "I... I still don't understand... What do you mean?"

Riamide sighed and pinched her sellion. "How am I suppose to break this to you? I fear for what this information might do to you... to the both of you... but most of all you, Myling. What I am about to tell you will most likely shatter your fragile little mind."

"Tell me!" begged Myling. "I am tired of being kept in the dark all the time. Tell me!"

Riamide looked at Rowan before she stared into the ground. "Myling... you... You don't remember what happened after that day when your father almost drowned you, do you?"

Myling was beginning to get even more worried. "N-no..."

The witch took a deep breath. "That's because... he didn't almost drown you..."

"What... what do you mean?"

Riamide looked sympathetically at Myling and stroke her teary cheek. "My poor child, you haven't been alive for over five hundred years..."