Black Tower

The body of the Shiik that resembled a large crab after it folded all its legs together was still like a rock, its massive female face was relaxed, and from its nose, a small body emerged and silently dropped down a hundred and twenty feet before landing on the ground without shaking a single dust.

Rowan now had the body of a ten-year-old, his green skin shone with an emerald glow and his red hair was like blood, there was a sort of Aura around him that made it quite difficult to focus on him.

He observed the sleeping form of the Shiik and touched a single strand of its red hair that was as large as a python, 'why do I always carry my children into war?'

He thought he knew the answer to that question, but sometimes when he thought about the weight of their sacrifices, it pained him.

'No more… I cannot promise much, but I will never fall so easily again. You all deserve a better father.'