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"Yes," Lore nodded, "No one knew it at the time, I didn't know it neither. I guess since we didn't get the same kind of living qualities as everyone else it's hard to notice something that important, and no one knew how the disease worked anyhow."

He paused a bit thinking back on it.

"Then again, no one knew why people were being born the way they were, but it was treated like a disease, and like any disease you separated the carriers from those that were healthy I guess."

"But in reality," Elnara murmured sadly, turning her eyes to the street in front of her, "they were only killing themselves off, keeping the immunity from their children ... weren't they?"

"Yes," Lore replied, "Not that it would matter, it's a state of change, or adaptation. I don't think they could ever keep it fully from their children. For every couple that had one child with the change, there were two more children at least they had unaffected but carrying the change as a dorment quality. I suspect that the number of change children will increase as time goes on anyhow. What they do about that is highly questionable though."

"They woke up and chased after me," Daeron replied with an exaggerated shudder. "But I ran and I ran and I ran ... until I tripped and fell again!"

Frightening as the memory was, he was enjoying keeping Lin on the edge.

"Entirely... no... they're too wary of the changed children as if the whole thing was contagious. We had already been living in seperate communities at the time, under watch of course," Lore mused thoughtfully, he never did like those guards, except the old ones, the very old ones, "As for taking them back.. I don't know."

He would like to think so, but they did know how the cause and what was happening, it was just the majority of the population (which were still normal) wished to not realize it.

"They almost did!" Daeron exclaimed. "But it was my Aunt Elnara that I tripped over, and she woke up, and Thalion-tol was with her, and they saved me from the men! And the griffin, I can't forget the griffin," he added, "though I forget her name now. But they were up and awake just like that and then they fought the men and killed them and saved me! And then they brought me home."

He grinned.

"Well....."

It wasn't something he was proud of, since it was hard to look back on it and not be angry at the people who caused it. Even though it had been way over a century since that occured.

"It probably wouldn't be so bad if they hadn't required all the changed to be marked... and if it didn't happen when I was twelve... and if I didn't know for a fact the council now knows why it's happening.... and if it weren't for the fact it's difficult to enter or leave the area..."

He opened his mouth and closed it, realizing the list was going to be quite long.

"I find it very difficult to not wanting to be proven right."

Daeron grinned. "I forgot, sorry ... language barrier. Thalion is our word for hero, and tol is our word for brother. It was your brother, Triton, who was with my aunt, and the same way I called her my sister, Triton was - and is - my hero brother."

He chuckled softly. "I suppose it's a bit of a childish way to refer to them," he admitted, "but it's how I've always thought of them, and how I probably always will."