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The sun was shining that day, and people were laying out in the grass, enjoying the warmth. It was rare Senntisten was warm this time of year. The people were so absorbed in their enjoyment that they didn't notice the group of cloaked men entering the city.
"Lay low," ordered Kuura, leading Zaros and Zamorak through the backstreets of Senntisten. For security reasons, Akthanakos and Spyridon had gone another way. All five men were dressed identically, so any foe wouldn't know which was Zaros.
"Here we are," Kuura announced, coming to the end of an empty alleyway. He waved his hand in front of the dead end, and the bricks opened to reveal a pathway into the Palace courtyard. "Welcome home, Lord Zaros."
"Thanks, Kuura," Zaros said, leading the way inside. "It's great to be back."
He, Zamorak, and Kuura entered the courtyard. Akthanakos and Spyridon were already waiting inside. The security had held. The Sons of Raldeir had made no attempt on his life.
Zaros lowered his hood and walked across the garden path. Now that he was safe, it certainly was a beautiful day.
"Daddy!" came a call from the doorway. Zaros turned his head, and he saw the little, blond-haired five year old running across the courtyard toward him.
Zaros fell to his knees and threw his arms around his daughter. "Calina," he said during the embrace. "I missed you." Calina, the five-year-old daughter of Zaros, had been named after his late mother, killed so many years ago by Sarraphar.
"I missed you, Daddy," she replied through a toothy grin. Zaros noticed that some of her teeth had fallen out since he had seen her last. "Look, Daddy." Calina
stepped away and held out her hand. She closed her eyes, and then, to Zaros's amazement, ice began to swirl over her palm. "See, I can make snow!"
Zaros smiled. "That's great, Calina. You're really talented." Zaros was stunned. He had been twice her age before he could do that.
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