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17 years ago* " What have we done?" The woman said shaking her head, looking down on the babe. "This is our child, do not forsake her" the man spoke firmly, moving closer to the squirming thing in the mothers arms. extrodinary, he thought. "What shall we name her?" he spoke in a loving tone, one that he had barely used for thousands of years. " How can you think of that now!" The mother hissed at the man. It was not that she had no love for the child. It was indeed the fear of the childs future that scared her. What would she be? What would she become? " We will name her Amara. Amara Shivani, therefore meaning everlasting, but also life and death" The man chimed proudly. He would finally have an air, that he would one day be proud of. He could feel it. "She will be an outcast, I do not want that for her". The woman sobbed, cradeling the new born baby in her trembling arms. the woman cried, blaming herself for allowing this to happen. What was she thinking? The man in front of her shook his head in disapproval of the womans behaviour. "she is special, my love. She is the product of two of the most powerful forces in the world, mixed with both light and dark, good and evil. The darkness within her will make the shadows cower in fear and the light will kneel before her!" the man exclaimed triumphantly, as he looked down at his child in awe. He was amazed by the child, knowing that one day, she would be something great, something powerful. Pure Evil.
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