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Part 3
When Sinbad finally came on deck the fireworks were all ready lighting the night sky, Sabastian stood between Doubar and Rongar watching the colorful sparks, while Maeve sat holding their daughter Shania. From the depths of the shadows he spied on his wife with Shania and then looked at his son, yearning for them to be a family again. But a wall now stood between him and Maeve and it was possible that wall will continue to stand unless they were able to lay the ghosts of their past to rest.
But with Maeve now closed off to him except when the children were concerned, Sinbad was convinced it was never going to happen. She had chosen to side with her father! However, he would gladly admit that she was a good mother, although they had parted ways, she would always be there for their children. Sinbad also had to admit to himself that Maeve never influenced either Sabastian or Shania to study black sorcery. In fact, she never pushed them to learn magic period. Not like when she had been a child,pushed by her father day in day out.
"Daddy look what mummy gave me."
Sinbad snapped out of his thoughts and picked his daughter up, "What you have there pumpkin?"
"A locket," the six-year-old replied.
Sinbad studied the locket and recognized it being the locket he gave Maeve on their wedding day. He was shocked to see it for he had believed she had thrown it away the day she had decided... Sinbad glanced at his daughter and then back to where Maeve had been sitting only to find the space was unoccupied. Maeve had all ready said her farewells to her son and daughter and had left quietly, as it was her way.
"I assume you were visiting Sabastian?" her father brooded. "And I suppose that wretched sailor was there?"
Maeve sighed and sat across from her father, "Sinbad is Sabastian's father."
Turoc looked disapprovingly at his daughter and thought glumly that when she had been young, she had shown promises of becoming an excellent and powerful sorceress ofthe black arts. Alas, in her foolish teenage years she had fallen hard for a boy who showed her the beauty and life outside the domain of black magic… and so his hopes went up in a cloud of smoke. Now, all he could settle for was second best with his other child Rumina.
"After all these years, I still can not see what you saw in him? Not one of your ancestors would ever think to shack up with one of their kind. No doubt they're rolling about in their burial plots."
Maeve groaned as she poured some wine into her father's goblet, "Must you open old wounds? I know I have disappointed you and have shamed our family. But know this, if I had the chance to do it all over again I would."
"Even knowing it would cost your brother's life?" Turoc roared.
Maeve looked directly into her father's eyes and answered honestly, "Yes."
Maeve tiredly got up and dutifully kissed her father's cheek before silently leaving the room, unaware of the satisfied grin on her father's face as he relished seeing her so depressed and lonely without her husband.
"It was a wonderful birthday father. Thank you," Sabastian
yawned as Sinbad tucked him in.
"Aye it was," Sinbad smiled, leaning down to plant a kiss on his son's forehead. "And you're most certainly welcome."
"Can Uncle Doubar tell us a story?"
Sinbad eyed his brother, "Of course, if he promises not to keep you up all night."
Doubar grinned and sat himself down as Sinbad slipped out of the room to take his shift at the tiller, but not before kissing his daughter goodnight.
"So my young nephew what story shall it be tonight?"
"A story about my dad."
"But of course. Would you like to hear when your father defeated Miasma the Giant? Or the various monsters that your father has slayed?"
Beneath his covers Sabastian sighed, "Not tonight uncle."
Doubar frowned, slightly miffed. "Then what?"
"Please uncle, but I wish to hear how dad met mother."
"Oh." Doubar grew silent for a few moments but then decided it was high time Sabastian knew his parents' story. "All right Sabastian I shall tell you."
"Goodie!" A quiet voice sung out. Doubar and Sabastian turned to see little Shania running across the room to crawl under the blankets next to her brother.
"Me want to hear too."
Doubar sighed and got comfortable for it was a long story to tell!
Part 3