Simple. Atlantis can't be found." He scoffed at her. " You're the second person to tell me that in less than an hour.

Anekico ler aracnia"
~Victory to the spider
"Ki mi ypomonitikosi teleson semerie"
~And today my patience ends

There are always three sides to every memory…yours, theirs, and the truth, which lies somewhere in between the two

Simi? What was it you told me once about families?
We have three kinds of family. Those we are born to, those who are born to us, and those we let into our hearts.

For those who want to believe, no proof is ever required. For those who refuse to believe, no proof is ever enough.

Unamused, Ushara went to pull the kettle from the stove and pour the tea. “That’s beside the point. And you forget that we’re Andarion. We don’t like scars on our males. They’re hideous and gross.” As she turned back, she caught the hurt and stricken expression on Jullien’s face. Too late, she remembered how many scars lined his body. “Jules…”

Completely somber, he moved away from her. “I should be going. I have an early shift.”

“Jullien?” But it was too late. He was out of her home before she could apologize.

“Mum? What happened?”

Furious at herself for being so thoughtless, she cupped her son’s chin and sighed. “I accidentally hurt his feelings. I forgot that Jullien has a lot of scars that bother him.”

“How could you forget?”

“’Cause I don’t see them, Vas. They don’t matter to me.” She brushed the hair back to look at his brow and was about to take him to the doctor to have it stitched when she realized that Jullien had already done it. “He stitched you?”

Vas nodded. “He did it so fast, I barely felt it.”

She should have known that Jullien wouldn’t have left with it unfinished. Sighing, she kissed Vas’s bandage and hated that she’d hurt Jullien’s feelings. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed.