Nose lowered in search for her. She wasn’t far, I was sure of that. It was hard to find a moment she was alone. Our queen was loved by many and constantly needed all around. She is important for us and the fall from the throne had just proved that. It made me happy to see how the angels were loyal to her and united. They were a family. A big family to which I am proud Amir belongs. The avenging angel and I had never been so united before, we were like uncle and nephew. I know it is hard to believe, but we found just the way. Hearing about how his mother had been taken by another, instead of me, restored that relation. He understood all and very well. He even trained me to become who I was before. We lived side by side once again.

The wound was still there though and both of us could feel it. But it approached us like never before. In the beginning it was very hard, but as I began to trust him, he did the same. Now. That feeling I had for him was coming back. A need to see him happy and well. That was my main reason to be here today, looking for Isola.

I know what I had done and I know how little is my right to be here disturbing her. But I do this for Amir. Her warrior, her avenging angel, her friend. I don’t know if Isola knew of what happened. Perhaps she did. But one thing I knew she didn’t know. Zeus knew Amir’s father. It has always been such a delicate thing to discuss with him, Amir always seemed so dismissive about it. But he avoids such talk because it hurts him.

“Isola?” I called her name softly, approaching “Could we talk?” I asked gently.

Limping, I would approach her. My frame all patched with the healer’s things. Leaves, webs, all covering my wounds. It was still painful and hard to walk. But I needed to do it one day and the earlier the better. And I got here didn’t I?

“It is about Amir” I would tell her, so she would know.