I stood in front of Anton's and Alia's grave.
Their headstones were simple black granite with gold engravings of their names. The priest's voice faded into the background.
Despite of our separation, Anton remained as a close friend and Alia became my best friend. It was nobody's fault that our non-existing relationship couldn't take flight. I stood by Alia as her bridesmaid.
We became sisters despite of our blood and clans. But I failed them when they needed me the most.
Failed to protect them and they had paid dearly with their lives.
Someone had slipped past my visions and killed them.
The tiny hand moved uncomfortably in mine. I looked at Aden apologetically for tightening my grip. The memory of seeing their death burnt deeply inside of me. I held down my anger.
I would hunt down the murderer. For now, their child was entrusted to me.
Failure this time was inexcusable. ns 220.127.116.11da2