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Staring up into space has always been something Morando loved to do but he enjoyed the city view also, and what better way to express that than to show it to his son, Azeroth. He was only a baby, but god would Morando do anything for him.
“Come here, Azeroth.” He said as he reached for him, picked him and carried him on his hip; Azeroth then looked down at the city below, it was a sight to behold. Morando traced the stars with his finger, he smiled proudly not just at his efforts but at his creation as well. He loved Azeroth; he loved his son. He would give him the whole world just to see him happy.
“One day, you'll have all of this. All of this in the palm of your hand.”
The balcony door opens revealing a fine Akiridion woman, her face was etched in worry; Morando saw this and gave her a reassuring smile before handing Azeroth to her.
“Are you sure about this?” She asked concerningly.
Morando gently kissed her on the forehead before saying, “Yes, I'm sure. When I'm done this place will be ours.” He kisses her once more before heading off. Azeroth watched him leave, reaching his tiny hand out hoping to be in his father's arms again before he woke up.
He sat up in his bed, whilst he looked over to Krel who was sleeping peacefully right next to him, having calmed down Azeroth took a deep sigh before looking out the window to see the night sky; it was just like the one he saw in his dream, but he didn't feel at peace. Instead, he felt enraged nothing in his dream was real that much he knew. He had everything he wanted he wasn't unsatisfied.
He held his legs to his chest, he didn't how to feel, how to think; he knew one thing was for sure though.
“You’re not my father.”