Desreal: Fantome;

Wish upon a shooting star;
For dreams and things that never are.

This is not where Courage belongs. She is not without a lacking understanding of what could happen to her and the unborn child she carries (grandchild of Alshain, of Notte, of Genesis and of Fantome; four legends in their own rights in their own homes). Alshain and Notte, the great warriors of the elements; Genesis, an immortal of Enipeus and Fantome, the great spy. The child grew steadily inside of her, though truth be told she didn’t really show it yet (she has a long body). Courage moved through Desreal with a cautious step, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone, anyone that might give her some advice on her father. And if that wasn’t bad enough, she spotted him immediately. Her eyes went to him first, then her body. If he wanted to try and attack her, then he’d have her elements to deal with. As it was, the baby within her was causing enough of a riot with the possibilities of his or her elements (fire, water and air). Courage smiled to her father from across a pond, wanting to go to him and yet not certain she would be welcome. ”Father,” she said with hope riding so high on her voice that it might have been echoing in her entire demeanor. Her eyes plead with his for the moment that she gazes at him. ”Can you find it in yourself to love me again?” Look at her, Fantome. Is this something that you really want to hate?

AP: C O U R A G E

Water III | Fire II

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