[An Ke Rah Ra Neshan Midahad – The one who points the way]
[Masiha-ye Bargozideh - The Chosen Messiah]
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After his question, Atlas noticed Mitra's expression shift to sorrow as she listened. She reached out and drew him into a gentle hug, her voice loving and reassuring. "We lost a boy your age, you know. We'd be honored to adopt you until you leave the city. For such a short time, we have grown fond of you."
When Atlas heard Mitra's words, he nodded and smiled, ''What happens if I never return to Tajariyah City?''
"Something tells me you'll return one day once you've been on a great adventure," Mitra said, her eyes soft with hope and understanding.
She paused, then added with a twinkle of curiosity, "Now, are you going to show me your real face? I swear by all the gods that I won't tell a soul."
Atlas looked at her with a raised eyebrow, ''How did you know?'' he questioned.