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Jericho sighed looking back at a memory he didn't want to relive...

"Sahari! What did the healer say!?"Jericho stated as he rushed to his son's bedside. The boy was pale and unconscious. He couldn't have been older than 8 years. He resembled his father a lot but also his mother.

"He... he said there was... nothing he could do..."Sahari replied. She was distraught from the pain. She had cried so much that she was now catatonic. What could a mother do when her only child was dying in front of her very eyes.

"Arniik... No! Son, you can beat this! You are a Volkin! The heart of a bull! Please my son!"Jericho cried into the young lads chest.

There was no response except the slow frail congested rise and fall of his chest. Jericho cried into the covers, holding his son's hand.

"Please my son, I can't lose you..."Jericho begged, but it was too late as Arniik drew his final breath.

The Redguard looked up at the boy and his eyes filled with saddened Raging tears.

"Noooo!!!"He sobbed as he held his son,"Come Back! Please Gods have mercy on him!"

Nothing changed. Arniik was gone and so was a piece of Jericho's soul.