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[Anak'Sanamuun]

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Anak'Sanamuun smiled as she watched the small boy bounced up and down on the bed. It wasn't dignified, but as a condemned child, she could not find any reason in her heart to make him stop.

She looked out the window again, but there was still no sign of the Elves or a messenger. "I suppose we'll have to demonstrate how serious we are."

"What's that, Auntie Moon?" Zilthai hopped off the bed.

Her lips drew thin. "I was saying, I think it is time you saw your fathers laboratory. We can start your education."

"That would be great!" He started to pick up his shield and sword harness, when the shake of Anak'Sanamuun's hed made him drop it back down on the table.

She led the boy through the barracks and to the laboratory. His eyes grew wide seeing the number of blinking, whirring and beeping trinkets. She spun the boy around suddenly, and crouched to meet him eye to eye. "You love your father, don't you Zil?"

"Of course I do!" He nodded enthusiastically.

"And you want to be a paladin, right?"

"Of course!"

She stroked the boy's cheek with the back of a gloved hand. "Well, sometimes a paladin is called on to use his virtues in mighty ways. In this case, it is sacrifice." Her jaw set hard. "Your father needs you to make a very important sacrifice for him."

The boy straightened himself. "In the name of virtue, for my father, I would do anything."

Anak'Sanamuun smiled. "Excellent." She reached into her pouch and pulled out a simple white wrap. "Put this on."

As he changed, she opened the tank door and prepared it for an occupant. She turned to see him at her elbow already, looking into the tank. "You want to put me in the regeneration tank? I'm not sick."

"I know." She lifted the boy into the tank and began to affix several of the modules to the boys arms, legs and chest. "The tank can be used in several ways." She stretched a tube with a hollow needle to his arm and inserted it. He jerked his arm in pain, but the tube began to slowly fill with blood. The connection wasn't disturbed. "We need something from you to make him better. "

"My blood?" He motioned to the tube in his arm.

"Yes. "But you are very little, so if we take too much, too quickly, you would get weak and die, and we don't want that." She placed a leather guard over the place the needle pierced the boy and buckled it. "This way, we can take what we need, and you just sleep in the tank for a couple days."

"And then you'll be able to bring my father back?" The boy's eyes widened.

She nodded. "Yes. The your father will walk on Sosaria again. We could have made this happen sooner, but the elves decided not to help us or your father." Anak's face went grim. "I don't think Alexander likes your father much, or even humans much for that matter."

"Why would you think that?"

She shook her head sadly. "He called virtues and the hope of raising your father a silly human thing, unworthy of elven attention."

"He wouldn't!"

"Zil." She patted the young elf's head. "I am your father's friend and personal guard. It would do me no good to decieve you." She pulled the breathing apparatus down from the top of the tank and placed it over Zilthai's head. "You just go to sleep. Soon after you wake, your father will be back, and all will be right with the world." She closed the door, reached over the table and touched the "initiate sequence" crystal.

As the tank began to fill with the green healing fluid, Zilthai smiled and gave Anak the "thumbs up". He began to feel sleepy. The fluid was taking effect. His arm hurt, but it didn't matter.

Daddy would be home soon.