Living for centuries, he finds a kind of his own and raises him up. Up until one fated night they were forced to flee and lived with humans. Can the path he take change, or will the one under his arms grow into something else if left unattended. They meet one of their own kind one after the another after being faced with hard tasks, and losing those he loved. Can 'it' stay under his shadow, or step out of his arms?

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(There will be no cover for a while)