Claire sat in the living room, a book in her lap, ignoring from the corner of her eye the fact that Ruthivan was sitting and staring at her. She kept reading the same passage over and over again:
"And when the one is brought forth, strong of mind and might, a seeker of true and noble heritage, and pure lineage, it is then our home shall be rediscovered. The quest to end all quests, the battle to end all battles, and we will find our way home. Our world to rebuild, our posterity safe as our progenitors desired. Espers in harmony with Espers, destructive hands far from our boundless lives. Pure lands to extend into perpetuity unchanging."
'I read it,' Claire said quietly. 'Again,' he demanded. 'This time read it aloud.'
Claire sighed and read the passage. She ended up in the living room after a night under heavy sedation. She'd woken up completely healed, barely remembering the cloth clapped over her face that made her groggy. Barely remembering the healer she didn't know, the esper who came into the room with the same feelings as Ruthivan. Barely remembered being healed completely, restored, and having magic worked on her to make her incredibly fertile. She did, however, recall as the sedative wore off, the promise. 'If anything happens to this little one, we'll have to ensure you're kept ... calm.'
'Again.'
'Ruthivan, I don't need to-'
'Read it AGAIN.'
