Letter

Roman didn't say much when Alea told him about Raen that evening. A vague hunch came over him, but he didn't let it show. For the past few years he had hoped the oracle might have been wrong. That Raen was a perfectly normal kid and would grow up to be a normal member of society. But with this event, this hope received its first fine crack. Or maybe it was just a one-off curiosity, a coincidence. Secretly, however, Roman knew better. There were no coincidences. He hung his shoulders and looked out the window into the twilight. He wondered, worried, where it was all going?

“Don't worry, Alea,” he said at last, “Raen probably just glanced into the slaughterhouse without permission and can't get the pictures out of his head.”

“Then talk to him about it again, Roman. You know how people talk about us if he doesn't stop. Explain it to him. ”

“ Yes, I will, I promise, ”he soothed Alea's fear, while his own restlessness f