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Months had gone by since the birth of the Child, Ahote. For the first few months of this kids life, he was some bubbly, restless baby. Whining, laughing, exploring the house he lived in. Unfortunately, the father wasn't around as much as he was needed. He was off doing jobs to help support the woman and child he cared for. It was just a shame that what was needed most was for him to be there with the boy. Show him the way of thew world, help him understand things better since Ahote had suddenly just become a young Child.
Ahote needed a Father, a promise that wasn't broken, and time to understand. It was unsettling to learn of the child's disappearance, Jaeger, who was the father in this story, was almost devastated. His mind unraveled at the thought, blaming himself. He should have been there, he should have taken a few less jobs and spent more time at home. The man was a Failure, especially as a loving parent. How could he live with himself? He broke the promise to Kanix that he made in the restaurant, The wizard hurt his son and not only that, likely the beautiful woman that he lives with as well.
Despite looking for hours and hours, searching the Entire East Forest for his son, there was no sign or clue of Ahote. A depressing feeling took over the man and the house he lived in. His mood was quite low, anyone could probably just feel it in the air. However, there was someone else that would need His help and that was the only thing keeping him from completely being lost. Among this, there was a silver lining to the child being missing. The couple was now able to just focus on the one thing that they needed, their relationship.
The day these thoughts hit particularly hard was the day the relationship could benefit more than ever. That day was today. Jaeger had been out in the East Forest again, looking and searching desperately for anything that would lead to Ahote. Disappointingly, the search ended in failure. The man walked back home, covered in dirt, stains, and generally looking to be a mess. The air around him was thick, you could smell the depression coming from him, the must of sadness and desperation. After walking in through the door, he shuffled himself to a rather large Bean Bag Chair. It was around the size of a recliner, filled with comfortable beads and such. It was one of his favorite seats in the house.
Once seated, he stretched out and relaxed, sighing very heavily to himself.
Why...
Marshy @ THQ
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