The Fire

What Amalthea had not planned in advance for was the reaction of Anna towards her father, the nymph's inner energy shook from deep within, it was a reflection of her father's own grief. The older man's tears started falling, heavy and cold, when his hand extended in the slightest reaching out to her, Anna ran over to him, throwing herself in his arms. He held her tightly but tenderly, and she pressed her cheek on his, they were exactly the same height, and everyone present as witnesses found a resemblance between the father and daughter once they were up that close. Hylas's voice came deep and dangerous.

"If this is not tr…"

Amalthea's fingertips were pressed tenderly on his lips before he was able to continue, her head shook twice, and her voice was an octave over a whisper.

"Words would cut deeper than what hands can mend right now, my one beloved, this private moment belongs not to us, let us honor them with our silence."

The president was conflicted, he was not used to taking orde