Daniel was in a see of turmoil, his peace existing in accordance with the pain... turning it into a kind of pleasure. He was completely unaware of what was going on, and he did not quiet care... all he knew, was that he was still. The feeling of a hand was calming on his forehead, it was a soft hand... One he did not recognize... although, "Mother..." he whispered softly. Daniel shook his head right away, "No, you are- you are something new to me..."<br/>---<br/>Zack and Alexander were racing through the woods, their father Charles Weylyn following calmly. They were not even there yet when Charles jumped in front of the two. "Hold it in the trees, if you are serious about this... listen" he said to the two before walking into the front of the house. The sun setting after the events of the day passed everything by quickly. Charles adjusted his tie, as he was wearing a suit jacket and expensive looking pants, all the color of dark red that was more black than anything else. Charles was worried for his children, and knew they would listen to him and stay up in the trees... for now anyway. He knocked on the door to the home of those who were connected to his son, or at least whom's daughter was connected to him.<br/><br/>"Should have stopped this all years ago..." he murmured, wondering if the people of the house would even know who the blond haired and silvery bluish eyed man was. He looked remarkable young for being in his forties, seeming to be at the end of his twenties more like in appearance. He was of a good stature, nice and tall while he was not quiet as big as his sons physically. Charles was still quiet big though, and intimidating. While he seemed the nice enough sort, it was apparent that he was always picking out threat after threat with his gaze.