Hasil's POV Re-Do, Shorter than the one before but I hope that it is better.

Send out thanks to Matterus, Matalyn Gaines, and Michellelove1 on Ao3 and deelove1 on for your encouragement to finish this story up ! So here's to you guys, also excuse the accent attempts I try my best:) Also made slight edits to chapter one mostly the accents and the wording were adjusted where I felt the needed to.

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Hasil sat in his chair facing the bed that housed the sleeping Sally Ann, sleep claiming her not long after she named and fed their boy.

The strange dress she had on was ruined with all the bleedin' so G'win put her in one of hers before they set out to move Sally Ann to his place. He was busy fighting off several curious visiting kins wanting to get a look at both Sally Ann and the baby.

"Yah wanna protect yah family, yah always have, but now yah got two that live in different worlds. Yah been here before cousin and yah made a choice yah been punishing yah-self for since. Yah ready to fight, now?"

Lil Fosters words came back to Hasil as he stared at his son, a bit more color forming 'round his ears and Hasil said the first thing that came to his mind, "Ah love yah."

His son opened only one eye, giving him a look that reminded Hasil of the one Sally-Ann would give him when he said something she found ridiculous. Hasil slightly chuckled at the thought that his boy barely a day old was already favoring his Ma.

"Now let me speak 'fore you start with them looks." Hasil positioned the baby so that he was laying down with his head facing Hasils knee and his feet were pressed into Hasil's stomach.

"Ah don't want yah every questioning my love for yah Ma. When I let her go that day, I knew I couldn't keep her here and I couldn't go. Yah see, me and yah Ma, we aint from the same place, while I live up here on the mountain yah Ma lives below."

Hasil paused thinking back to the day that changed his life, "When ah first set my eyes on ya Ma, it was like ah was looking at an angel. She had her hair done up like a crown on her head. She had the prettiest smile on her face even when she wanted to try and stop us from looting them. You'll learn when we Farrell's get something in our heads to hell with what comes after. Ah ain't gonna bore ya with everything just know things got real bad down there, ya Ma and me thought being up here together away from ya Ma's kin we could be happy."

Hasil looked back up at Sally-Ann with sadness, "but there was danger here too and I had to choose. Now one thing ya gotta know 'bout ya Fa Aiden, I ain't a runner and there was a war comin'. I can't change what's already passed and I don't want to. But I promise ya, I ain't letting go again."

Looking back down at his son, he saw he lost him to the temptation of sleep. Smiling Hasil positioned him back into his arms where he should be more comfortable.

Hasil looked at his sleeping family with pride.

Even when he thought he would never see her again, his heart wouldn't let her go. He tried he even took his cousin Sah'rah back to the cabin, but as they laid down on the bed with him over her, he kept seeing Sally-Ann and he put a stop to the activities.

Deep within his bones he felt this unending ache, so deep that not even the strongest of Krake's 'shine could settle it.

What little sleep he did catch, brought no relief either.

Spirits visited him in form of his Fa and Ma.

Fa never said much even in death that ain't change much from when he was on the earth. It was his Ma that would whispering to him in his slumber, but what was being said would sip past him sneaky like a fox no matter how hard he tried come morn' it was just bones.

He even tried to find the old joy that once filled him and kept his hands busy by making new wood carvings of really anything that came to mind. Though recently he's been making collections of animals from the forest small enough for a child to play with. He hid them in one of the loose floorings under his bed, least one of his kin's youngins find them.

Well now he knows what those damn spirits were trying to tell him.

Hasil stood up with Aidan cradled in his arms and started humming an old song that was used to put the youngins to sleep.

Hush, hush, time to be sleeping

Hush, hush, dreams come a-creeping

Dreams of peace and of freedom

So smile in your sleep, bonny baby

It was like he was a youngin again fighting sleep snuggled in his Fa's arm with his Ma face above him. Her smiling face as she sang, her golden hair falling around him like a shield.

Once our valleys were ringing

With songs of our children singing

But now sheep bleat till the evening

And shielings lie empty and broken

His little feet was uncovered and so was the rest of him, his Ma was behind him with his clothes in her hands trying to get him to put them on with his Fa on the porch laughing encouraging him to run and tell his Ma to let him be.

Hush, hush, time to be sleeping

Hush, hush, dreams come a-creeping

Dreams of peace and of freedom

He was snuggled in between his parents belly full, warm, and safe.

Hasil smiled bending down and placing a kiss on Aidan's head, "Ah will make it safe for us."

So smile in your sleep, bonny baby

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I decided I wanted to rework this chapter because I felt the previous attempt did not do what i wanted to, which was to focus on Hasil and his emotions.

Also, the lullaby is "Smile in your Sleep" by Barry Taylor.