“He’ll be fine. I HOPE he’ll be fine,” sighed a female voice, “He should last through the night like that.” That female voice was named Aurora, and she suddenly made a face that was a mix of worry and sorrow. The “he” who was referred to was her 14 year old son, Mikhael. The reason behind her mixed feelings were because Mikhael had been afflicted by a disease that not even the healers knew. Not even the priest knew… “If he lasts through the week we’ll be lucky to last a couple more days with him…,” whispered a male voice. “I know that, Benjamin. I’m just…worried. If Haydeé was here, she’d know what to do, but she lives all the way at Ogasi. It could be days or weeks to get here from Ogasi.” “I know, Aurora, but besides, we both know how much Haydeé struggled to get there, we shouldn’t take that privilege away because of Mikhail. What he needs right now is us, not Haydeé. Let’s just pray to Makiane that he doesn’t take our child to Hannaseh. If he takes him, its not because we did something wrong, it’s because Makiane has his reasons and we must not question them. We are allowed to be sad, but praise Makiane That he has not yet taken our child. If he wakes up tomorrow perfectly, we celebrate, and if he doesn’t, we celebrate.” explained Benyamin, “So rest up and we’ll see tomorrow.” And so they did, and in the morning a miracle was given, and Mikhael was a given a second name, Maraos, which meant miracle in the language of their country of Ologos, Ologosi. But little did they know that the struggles had just started…
