“Mabon, I need to see you. Can you meet me in Stormwind?”
Normally, Mabon would be thrilled to hear from her husband, but something in his voice brought back that feeling down her spine that she’d been avoiding. She headed for Stormwind, her stomach in knots, and a feeling of dread.
Kel’s face was calm, but she could see in his eyes that she wasn’t going to like what he had to say. “Hello, love.” He kissed her on the cheek, and held out the chair for her.
“Kel, what’s wrong?” Mabon needed to know, not willing to wait for niceties.
He hesitated for just a moment. “I received a letter from the Keepers of Time. They want to get Finnall and Arminas started on their training.”
“But they are just babies! They barely know how to walk? How can they go for training?” Mabon’s voice was shrill, her anger and fury surfacing.
“This is their Destiny, May. The Keepers know what they are doing. Besides, years may pass for them, but it may be just days to us. They will be fine.” He was calm, and firm.
“How will they feel, growing up without their parents? Kel, they are too young! We can’t let them take our babies!”
“Mabon, they are coming in three days. We have no choice.”
She jumped to her feet. “We do have a choice! We are their parents!”
Sighing, Kel tried to reason with his young wife. “This is what is best for them. They must fulfill their Destiny. They need to start their training.”
“How can you sit there so calmly, willing to give away our children? They need to be with us, with me!” Tears were streaming down Mabon’s face.
His face turned firm. “They are leaving in three days, Mabon. They will start their training with the Keepers of Time.”
Mabon sank down into her chair. How could he do this? What kind of man could give away his children like this? She stared at her hands in her lap, unable to look at him. He rose, and kissed her cheek again. “It will be fine, dear. They will be back with us before you know it.” She nodded, not lifting her head. “I love you,” he said, then turned and left.
Mabon waited until she heard him leave, then wiped her face. A gleam in her eye merely hinted at the idea that had come to her. She did have a choice, and she was going to make it.