Morningside Cuesta the betrayer

The female offers him a sorry glance that he does not miss. Illidan doesn’t understand why she should appear so fretful of him. The boy was young, and he had only known the hardships that his family had been forced to endure after being chased from the grotto. It was all he expected from his life; if all he had known was that he would be forced to endure, that would be all he would think should come to him.
 
The pallid woman mentioned that she traveled with another. Illidan thought for a moment that it might have been her mate. Was he destined to trade one mother and father for another? The thought forced a burning into his stomach and he gritted his jaw against it. It was what he had to do; he had to see if Ephraim was out there and still alive.
 
Quietly, the boy with the inky hood followed after the unnamed female. His eyes trailed the back of her as he followed behind. The further and further they travelled, the more concerned he became. Perhaps he would never see his family again. Perhaps it was what was meant to be.