March 11, 1187
Only a blink, and his father had vanished.
"Prior! Wake up!"
"Papa?" Sure enough--his father stood by his bedside, dressed for the outdoors but nonetheless present. Prior slung his legs off the bed and the rest of him followed. "What's going on?"
"Where are you going?"
His father shook his head. Maybe it was the lingering haze of sleep, but Prior found his face white as the moon outside. "I... I don't know."
That didn't make any sense. His father always knew everything. "Why are you going?"
"I'm not sure." That didn't help! "I just--I'll try to explain when I see you next. But I won't blame you if you don't understand."
"I'm not frightening you, am I?" His father's frown slumped lower as Prior nodded. "I'm sorry; maybe I shouldn't have woken you. See, I'm frightened too, and you make that go away. I'm sorry for using you like that."
"Papa..."
Prior tipped his head. He knew that. His father told him that all the time. Why did this time seem different? "I love you too, Papa."
"If I'm not back in the morning, your mother will tell you, if she feels you're ready." But why wouldn't he be back in the morning? It was late, yes--but surely not almost morning already? "Stay safe, all right?"
But why--? "Papa?"
"Shh. Don't mind me. It's been a strange night." But nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Had it? "Papa, don't go."
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