I slowly open his door. I do not wish to disturb him, but the darkness has returned. I know we've grown apart. I know I've left him under the willow tree. It is something that has haunted me the rest of my life. I have lived for centuries. I have been around since the dinosaurs. I have seen emperor's rise and fall. I have seen mortals grow. I have created many wonderful creatures, but you, Hector, are the best of my creation's by far.

He's asleep, okay, good. He will need it for the journey ahead. He looks so... strong like a hard wooded oak. However, he still looks like a mere boy. He has grown so much. I have sent scouts to find him and to look for him. I have seen what was done to him. He has scars. Scars that cannot heal. For that, my son, I am so sorry. I move my hand over his back. I can feel his pain. I can feel his anger toward me, but there is also love still. The child... Varian, I wonder. I see he was shivering. I move my hand and the blanket pulls over to him. 

"It is time I return this to you, my son." I place a doll beside him.

I pull up a chair and I rest myself. 

"Rest now, don't worry, I'll be protecting you." I say.