"I'm visiting the Fennec tribe today, the house must be clean when I come back." She command. Creeden begins to say something but shuts his mouth when Elijah glares at him.
Killia meets with the creator of tribe Fennec -Ariella- who has reccently birthed an Heiress.
"What a beatiful child. She will surely grown to be a strong and powerful Creator." Killia says leaning over the crib.
"I hear you yourself are with child. I wish you a heiress to grace your cradle."
"Your words are much appreciated Creator Ariella, your tribe has a long history of birthing only females, such a record is very impressive." Killia smiles. Not often had a tribes had such good luck with children.
Ariella leans in placing a hand on Killias arm. "As you have been such a good friend I will share a secret sacred to my tribe," She begins in a hushed voice. "Eating strawberry's during pregnancy helps produce an heiress."
Killias eyes widen as she listens. "Thank you very much Ariella. I cannot tell you how grateful I am."
"I wish you luck with your pregnancy, may many suns and moon cast their light upon you and your child."
Killia comes home to find the kitchen still dirty.
Late that night Killia feels a sharp paint in her stomach and realizes she's gone into labour. Rushing to her crib she prays the Goddess has blessed her with an heiress.
Her heart fills with joy, a beautiful baby girl. The Goddess had truly smiled down upon her.
"I shall name you Fawna and you will grow to be a graceful and mighty Creator."
Now that she has been given a female child Elijah must be sacrificed. An empty hut is constructed for him to stay in until he passes.
She summons Elijah to the hut where she tells him the news. A heavy feeling sets in the pit of Elijah's stomach. He did not expect to feel so sad or nervous, the reality only now settled upon him. He would be leaving behind Creeden and his newly born daughter.
Killia leaves Elijah to say goodbye to Creeden.
Holding back tears Creeden asks Elijah if this was all necessary. Elijah nods, placing a hand on Creedens shoulder.
"It's all that stupid baby's fault." Creeden chokes out.
Leaning down, Elijah looks him in the eye. "You mustn't think that. The heiress will grow up the be a excellent Creator. Show her respect and I'm sure she will treat you well."
Creeden's not sure if he will be able to serve the child who caused his best friends death but decides to keep that thought to himself. Elijah draws him in for an embrace and the two hug for the last time as the sun sets behind them.
"May your soul find peace." Creeden whispers.
"Good luck, I know you will grow into a strong man."
Elijah waves goodbye and enters the hut. Tightening his fists, Creeden fights back tears as he knows this will be the last time he sees his friend.
Late in the night the grim reaper creeps in to take Elijah leaving behind only an urn.
He is buried in the early morning before the sun rises. Only Creeden comes to mourn him.

























