Kallisto stood there crying, warm tears rolling down on her cheeks. She couldn't believe what happened to her beloved father. Everything was okay when she left for the feast, he was working in the garden and he looked happy and safe. Now there he was, laying cold before her. Still in shock, she felt Bianor's hands helping her get inside the house and she watched him absently while he lit a small fire. Without her father she was all alone in this world, nobody to protect her, nobody to advise her when she was in trouble. The loud noises coming from the village startled her for a moment but then she realized they were coming from the feast where nobody was aware what happened in the forest.<br/><br/>A pleasant warmth filled the room as the logs slowly burnt in the hearth. She saw Bianor take a seat next to her and sighed softly.<br/>"He's always been here for me for as long as I can remember. I never knew my mother in person but he never blamed her for having to raise me all by himself given her "situation". When I was 5 years old we moved here from the village. He was worried that the fact Aphrodite was my mother, could attract unwanted attention and trouble once I grew up into a young woman." she said in a sad voice looking at the flames. "We lived here ever since, nothing disturbed our peace until tonight ..." she sighed as another warm tear formed in the corner of her emerald eye. "I don't understand what happened but it wasn't his time yet!" Kallisto said angrily while tears started falling again. She leaned and put her head into Bianor's lap, her eyes still looking towards the fire, watching the strange shadows the flames created on the walls. She felt his hand run smoothly through her hair trying to calm her down while his other hand gently wiped some of the tears on her cheeks. Deep down inside she was happy he was there with her through those difficult times, even though he was almost a stranger to her. "Thank you." she murmured slowly as she fell asleep in his arms.<br/><br/>Kallisto woke up scared from a terrible nightmare. Her father died and his soul descended into the dark Underworld ruled by the ruthless Hades, instead of following the path to the calm Elysian fields. She shook her head to drive away that awful image and looked around. The fireplace was now cold, only some ash and soot reminded her of last night. She stood up and went to open the door. Bianor, who was in the yard looking at the sunrise, turned towards her, as he heard her approach him.