Chapter 45

　　Niya knew it was going to be difficult for him to let out all the memories at once. They both walk to the wooden swing and Niya circles the small area imagining the days he had here.

　　“My mother was a foreigner but she earned the love of my clan. She was young but wise and was accepted warmly not only because she had magic in her veins but she was kind to them. She cared about each and everyone. My father is right to love her so much”

　　“Was it that much difficult? For them to have a life together?” Niya asks