Deme sat on the rock,his head buried in his hands as he wept.the close autumn breeze flowing softly around making the trees rustle and sway.
He’s just a worried parent…
Your heart ached for him.you took a deep breath before gently approaching,stepping on a twig and accidentally startling him.he looked at you “oh… a mortal.” He sighed “I must’ve been a bit too loud…”
No, I wasn't talking. I was in the field and I heard you. Are you okay?
"no... no im not. It's the time of year I dread. My son is taken from me once again."
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1Jaelene marie
12/12/2025
Deme sat on the rock,his head buried in his hands as he wept.the close autumn breeze flowing softly around making the trees rustle and sway. He’s just a worried parent… Your heart ached for him.you took a deep breath before gently approaching,stepping on a twig and accidentally startling him.he looked at you “oh… a mortal.” He sighed “I must’ve been a bit too loud…”
No, I wasn't talking. I was in the field and I heard you. Are you okay?
"no... no im not. It's the time of year I dread. My son is taken from me once again."
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