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Eljay was out hunting for Maia. He never went far these days, because he knew he was slow to get back as his body was not as cooperative as it used to be, but nevertheless he returned empty-handed and late. When the call went up, Eljay grimaced, and he bit through the pain of his stiff joints as he galloped on home. The image of his dying mother flashed before his eyes. It was so many years ago - over half a lifetime - but it had made such a heavy impact that he would never be able to forget it.

It wasn't fast enough, however, and by the time Eljay arrived, the children were already born. It seemed, however, that all had gone well; a blessing, especially considering he was so late. They are beautiful, said the caretaker as he glanced at the two children, after briefly inspecting that there would be no third. Eljay then settled himself beside Maia with a stifled grunt. His muscles were sore, but his heart was soaring to see the latest additions to the Blackthorn family.