<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">“Then we will fly tonight.”<br/><br/>He said as he approached her.<br/>Took her hand in his with the softest of touches.<br/> <br/>“Marcus, you don't know me.”<br/><br/>His voice was nearly lyrical.<br/>Warm and filled with the promise of new adventure.<br/><br/>“You don't trust me...and you shouldn't because you don't know me.”<br/><br/>Anthony smiled at the man he just met.<br/>And then looked to the door.<br/><br/>“But she needs freedom. Those little bits here and there no one deserves to live like that at all.” <br/><br/>Marcus would know this was true.<br/>The bard was the one to free her.<br/>Hate him, distrust him he didn't care.<br/>If she really wanted to leave with him, she was going to leave.<br/><br/>“Stop her father for a little longer...go.”<br/><br/>When Marcus turned to leave Anthony would lean in and whisper.<br/><br/>“Are you ready to go dearest?”<br/><br/>The smile still heard in his voice.<br/>Oh this was going to be fun.<br/>He was going to show her things no one has seen in eons...save for him.</span></div>