Listen to the XII and find out what they are thinking…
Their faces could not be seen hidden behind a black layer of leather masks. Slowly the twelve moved quietly towards the table and circled around it in complete silence. One of the twelve raised his hand when the circle was complete in an almost telepathic union and perfect symmetry. Together they all looked down and fixed their gaze on the new born baby before them. Wrapped in a crimson blanket, made from the same cloth as the twelve’s red cloaks, it mirrored Sorn’s blood red sky. They were the child’s guardians now and they would protect, nurture and love her till their last breath.
Illustration by Tamiko Rose