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Even Sammy spoke at two, and Ron was
half Iadnah. I couldn’t confide my fears to Divina, because I knew she would
blame and doubt herself.
    Sammy took it in stride. He would tell us what Ron
wanted and thought. My son would never disagree or even seem upset by it.
Furthermore, if we asked Ron a question, he would often look at Sammy, who
would answer for him. When asked about it, Sammy would say that Ron didn’t want
to talk.
    Sammy was six when I enrolled him in a small village
school on Shomodii. He was miserable about it, but I told him it was good for
him to be in the world on his own and to make friends his own age. I had been
homeschooling him because he was too brilliant to be in a regular school.
    Two days later, he was suspended for fighting… in the
Duran equivalent of first grade. I asked him why and he said that he hated
school and he wanted to stay home. His teachers had never had a problem with
him, but they believed he was a terribly depressed child. He cried the entire
way home when I told him I was disappointed. I wanted to cry too, for I must
have made a horrible mistake somewhere in the previous four years that made him
antisocial. Children were supposed to want to start school. Normal kids wanted to make friends.
    Ronez and Divina were waiting for us on the porch.
Ron hugged him and they went to their room. Ron was four and he never spoke.
Sammy was six and he was fighting with other kids. I told Divina that I
understood how Edward felt before I broke down. The only thing I did right for
the next few days was keep my mouth shut. It was the longest I ever went
without talking, because if I spoke, I would hurt someone I loved. I knew more
than anyone how badly words could hurt.
    Mordon and Edward visited, but I couldn’t talk about
it. The last thing I wanted was to say the wrong thing in front of one of my
sons. It was so tempting though, when Mordon tried to talk to me in my mind. By
the third day of my silence, I knew I was hurting my family anyway; the house
was quiet. Sammy and Ronez didn’t laugh and Divina walked on eggshells around
me.
    I was alone at the springs when I felt his presence
behind me. I didn’t bother to look or greet the god. He sat down beside me to
my shock. For shame; a powerful god sitting in the grass.
    “Something is wrong with Ron. He’s never said a word.
Sammy is antisocial because he spent the majority of his life alone with his
family.”
    I looked at Regivus. The gods all chose their
appearances for one reason or another. Divina chose hers to be beautiful to any
man, because it helped her get what she wanted after she took a physical form.
Apparently, it was also affected by their actual personalities, which was why
Azenoth always looked short-tempered to me. When I first met him,
Regivus modified his normal form to mimic a man in my past who tried to take my
life. After it failed to scare me off, the ancient god decided to remain that
way for no other reason than that it suited him.
    His black hair was immaculately combed back, which
was fitting for the god’s no-nonsense demeanor, while his dark brown eyes could
have been humanoid if not for the supernatural hint of copper. He was tall, but
not the tallest man I knew, and willowy, but not scrawny by any means. Although
his appearance once bothered me, it now seemed to suit him well. In fact, he
didn’t remind me at all of Alec. Instead, I thought of Regivus as a god who
would never try to spare my feelings or inhibit my magic to protect me, who was
above lying altogether.
    “Something is even more wrong with me. I miss being
out there. I’ve been a dad for four years and that’s all. I want to be a
Guardian again. Divina doesn’t even send me to Earth for errands; she goes
herself or sends Edward. I’m a horrible person.”
    “Because you miss adventure?”
    “Because I want to get my kids into school so I can
get out of the house. Now I have to homeschool Sammy and I’ll never get out.
I’m a parent