There was crying off in the distance. Elyon heard her scream as the Shadow Dragons carried her out of the door. He watched, helpless, as they placed her in the arms of the enemy. His little Aurora. Such a tiny thing. He saved her from a dying race and adopted her as his daughter. She was just a baby. To think of all of the horrible things that would be done to her made the King cringe with grief. And still, he remained calm. Hope would come. He had seen it. Vorxium rocked the baby back and forth, yet Aurora continued to wail. The darkness was too revolting for her and her legs began to kick back and forth.
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