Flying high in the night sky....
Over great oceans....
Kellan mastered the air.
Sam lay wrapped against his body. The black robe entwining Father and Son together.
The boy had buried his face in2 his Father's muscular chest.
Kellan relished in the contact.
His touch. His weight. The feel of his Son's warm bare flesh next 2 his own.
He could smell the boy's scent.
Stroking the top of Sam's head, Kellan wondered at the miracle that was his Son.
'A weakness.... How dare they....' He thought.
The memory of the opposing council who had threatened Sam's birth still burned within him.
'They are the one's who are weak. Vision-less fools enslaved by tradition. And if any of them should harm you....'
The thought sent a chill through him.
He had warred before.....
'Better 2 have you next 2 Me than 2 have you far away in The Mortal World.'
Smiling, Kellan watched as Sam yawned.
The boy snuggled against him and then settled again.