That evening, three more anonymous messages arrived at the lion palace. All talked about the same thing.
I heard you're meeting with us. I'll be there. Thank you for seeing us.
I've hidden for twenty three years. Tomorrow I'll stop hiding because of you.
My daughter is half-bear, half-human. She's six. She asks why she can't play with other children. What do I tell her? That she's dangerous? That she shouldn't exist or do I tell her about the hybrid who stood before all kings and is alive? I'm bringing her tomorrow. I want her to see that she's is normal.
That last one made Nyx cry. Raziel saw her on the balcony crying with the message scroll clutched in her hand.
"This one?" He asked.
She handed it to him. He read it, and he smiled though it was filled with sadness.
"Children." He murmured. "There are hybrid children as well."
