Nabu awoke to find himself chained to a wall.
“Where am I?” he demanded, although he wasn’t sure if he would get an answer. He was surprised when a Cilian voice answered him.
“You are back where you belong, usurper.”
Nabu tried to summon his powers, only to discover he had none at his command.
“Your restraints will prevent you from doing any more harm.”
Slowly, the lights began to dim. Nabu’s scream was a mixture of rage and fear. He knew that, once the lights were out, there would be no more contact, and he would become the one thing Cilian’s feared the most. He would become one of the forgotten.
Ibis the Invincible stood quietly with his arm around Taia’s waist.
“Are you sure about this?” the woman asked.
“He will need someone to guide him as he grows,” the man replied. “He has lost so much.”
“But are you sure?” she asked again.
Ibis glanced over at the large golden-brown hawk perched on the back of a chair, and at the small beetle that stood still on the dresser. He nodded.
“I am too,” Taia said with a smile. She stepped out of her husband’s light grasp and bent down to kiss the sleeping boy on the forehead. “I think it will be nice to have a son.”