The Glory of the Eag

...the child he brought into the world to inherit his business, the child he once had high hopes for, the child who once brought him countless joys...,“Aegron, are you alright” the lady in her Western finery asked, her face etched with both tears and a surprised smile.,A four-year-old child cannot possibly have any coherent memories or conscious judgments. All they can retrieve in their mind is a collection of fragmented images.。