Mistro
Astara awoke in the moonlight of the incubator grotto to an earthquake and flashes of thunder and lightning. She had come here to be close to her. She felt her memories slipping, and she didn't want to forget. Astara had noticed that the magical places she had created were slowly disappearing. Astara grasped at the memories with desperation. Vivid images of her forests, odd woodland creatures, and flourishing scenery filled her vision and disappeared. "No!" Astara would yell, reaching out with a hand as if she could grab hold of it. Marcus caught her mourning in this way several times. He's already forgotten, she'd come to understand. When she'd try to describe what was happening to her, he'd grow concerned and tell her she knows so many people and experienced many things. "They must all be meddling together." he'd say with worry and concern in his eyes. Astara was with child. Their second, a boy she had finally told him. Marcus worried ...