The security around us was increased when the news about an upcoming war began to spread.
Nerissa and Yennefer were close to us almost all the time, fearing the worst.
My younger self asked about it and she told me not to worry about it.
But for better or worse I understood why it was happening.
'…Jones and Ragnar are fighting against each other now.'
To be more precise they are fighting for Liam's power.
The child was extraordinary in his own way… he had the essence of a Primordial God in him.
Even though he was just about six months, he was able to somewhat control his mana.
'….Even Nerissa was horrified by his potential.'
Right now, my younger self was with Nerissa and Nymeria in the night.
Liam was sleeping in the cradle placed on the side while Nerissa was talking with her daughter.
Nerissa sat by the window, she had Nymeria seated on her lap, brushing through her daughter's hair.
Nymeria was clearly uncomfortable by the physical contact but she kept her lips tight.
