Lethia's eyes widened. "What do you mean by that? Died? Not will die, but died?"
"Do you know that all three of us were born on the same day?" he asked.
Lethia only nodded, curious.
"This is what my father told us. We were born on the same day, just hours apart... But then, we died. At the exact same hour, minute, and second on that very same day.
My mother held me tightly in her arms, unable to accept it. Her breast milk spilled all over my lifeless body as she wept, refusing to let me go.
And then I cried. My father said the milk had somehow entered my mouth, and that brought me back to life. Not long after, my mother breastfed me properly, and my pale skin flushed with colour, and I came back as a strong baby."
Zeran glanced at Lethia's brows pulled together in disbelief. He smirked.
"But the most surprising thing happened after that.
My parents were overjoyed, overwhelmed with gratitude. But the real tragedy was that Renar and Caelum's mother died during childbirth.
