Rise of Tel’ranis
It was a stormy springs evening outside Yorkhill children’s infirmary, a Young baby laid in a cot hooked up to all sorts of heart monitoring devices, an anxious mother waited by his bedside, on the verge of a panic attack for the doctors to come in to tell her what she already feared, and had known since before her child was born with this heart defect. Only by a miracle did he live as long as he did after she had given birth to him, or was it? She didn’t know anymore, all she knew was the pain of the fear of having to watch her child die, and there was nothing she could do about it. A doctor came in looking grim faced. a priest also entered the room behind him.
The mother took a deep breath and slowly climbed to her feet to address the doctor.
“I’m sorry Mrs Tracey, there’s nothing more we can do, all we can do now its hope and pray for a miracle”
The mother shook her head not wanting to accept the news, falli