Sky and I graduated from Alfea and at Sky's coronation as King of Eraklyon, Sky asked me to marry him and we got married. All my friends (Musa, Terra, Aisha and now Queen Stella) had their children before us. Now I am pregnant with you, and together with your father we are looking forward to you. We would raise you in Alfea, your grandparents are Farah Dowling and Saul Silva.

I had you in January, on a full moon night. I named you "Lyra." You had beautiful red hair and your father's eyes. As the months passed you grew up surrounded by your older cousins: Melody, the daughter of Musa and Riven cooed happily to you, she was 8 years old. Adhara, Queen Stella's daughter, was 12 years old and looked at you with affection. Harry, the son of Aisha and Grey looked at you with interest, he was 13 years old. And finally there was Sebastian, Terra's son who was 10 years old.

"just wait until his grandparents come..." I said amused "oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" I said as I took you in my arms, I could feel you were starting to get frustrated and sobbing because of so many people around you

"It's okay honey, we're here.... There are a lot of people, aren't there, your cousins came to meet you little girl, and here come your grandparents..."

Sky grimaced, knowing what a bad temper you had that you had inherited from Bloom

"we're going to have a very grumpy baby I think...".