179 Class Change

Rodius sat down with a small smile on his face as he beheld the fragile form before him. White hair and soft features graced his eyes.

"Father." Darius pushed aside the curtain that hid the room where Rodius looked over his sick wife. Rodius did not turn around to acknowledge his son, but Darius did not mind. The red haired boy stopped behind his father and looked at his mother's pale, unmoving figure. This was the fifth year since she had last opened her eyes.

Darius still remembered the events that occurred during the Great Shift like they had happened yesterday. He remembered how helpless he was when their village had been raided by the unruly demons. Those that could fight had gone forward to do battle with the invaders, and his mother was one of them.