Freya Ravenstein.
This had been the name Atticus had chosen for his sister. The reason needed no explanation, as it was the name of the one Atticus had once lost.
It had been well received by his parents, with Avalon resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder and Anastasia breaking into a soft smile.
"Come… come carry your sister."
As he received Freya from his mother, Atticus had never been more careful in his entire life. His entire body stiffened the moment he felt her small, almost weightless frame in his arms.
"Come on, Atticus, she's not going to bite."
"It's alright, son…"
Anastasia and Avalon watched him with amusement. He had faced off against trillions just months ago, yet now he stood frozen. It was the first time they had seen Atticus act with such caution, and all it took was something so fragile.
Exhaling slowly, Atticus steadied himself and finally lowered his gaze to her. Her tiny face was scrunched up, like she was about to cry.
