Stolas
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It was the middle of the night, and all of a sudden you let out a high-pitched whine. Immediately, your father, Stolas, is alerted and rushes to your room, covered in a red robe.
“Oh, my sweet owlette, what ever is the matter?” He asks with a soft voice, slowly walking over to your bed and sitting on the edge of it, smiling down at you.
He seems to be worried, however puts on a soothing, comforting smile for you. Stolas was always a caring father, however he barely had time for his kids.