A stuck up rich bitch!Every second weekend after the breakup I'd attempted to reverse some of the worst of her mother's lessons. Perhaps it wasn't fai... to a young teenager. Maybe I wasn't a perfect father in those days. But when you love someone so much its hard not to try to save her from banality, and greed, and stupidity and... And even at thirteen or fourteen there was no doubt, my daughter was smart. In fact a near genius. It petrified me that she was destined to become nothing more than a. "How? I thought you were a Zibong!" I was! It was awful!" The young Mage sat next to me, pouring himself some cider. "The shamans used the spirit sword to separate me from the Zibong this morning. They are really happy with us for giving them something new to play with. They have separated a lot of the Zibongs. It is weird seeing all these people walking around that we thought were dead." They are okay?" I asked, "Being a Zibong hasn't changed them?" Well, some of them are a bit quiet. None of. My heart was pounding, and I let it keep doing so because I was enjoying every one of my symptoms of nervousness this time. The anticipation was building.There wasn't much to see in the garden at night, but they had some subdued lighting scattered around so we had no difficulty following the path. I had thought we were going to walk up the hill so we could look at the view, but Julia steered us around its base.We passed a couple of seats but kept walking. When we got to the third seat Julia had. " Oh," was all Theresa said.She looked like 'a deer in the headlights, ' sort of stunned. I went on, knowing it would be best to do so."Of course, I have two legs out of commission now, so I will need more care. With that in mind, you can charge me more."My father added his two cents."Son, how are you going to pay for that? From what you said, you were pretty much covering expenses as it was."I gave him the best 'perturbed' look I could. I didn't want Theresa knowing she got almost everything I.