Like father, like son… from the Dawn of Magick

Vorran labored to open his eyes. A beautiful female with large wings stood over him.
Must be dead…
No.
It was Maranna.
The Blue Pegasus Dean Farrier, Venla Faxxine the Manticore, Syrrth the Cloudmare, and the Cloudmare matron Urra stood by Maranna in the sitting room of the Siren’s home.
Vorran leapt up and shouted, “Amica!”
Venla muttered, “Déjà vu!”
“She is lost, Vorran, consumed by the flames. Your son Dean is safe and rests in your old crib. The Magick incapacitated you. You should have been immune. But your cataplexy likely saved your life, Vorran. The Light Knights did not use their swords and fled when Urra approached. How they managed to evade the defenses of Koorlost escapes me! This is so painfully similar to…” Maranna stuttered.
“Similar to what? What could rival this tragedy?” Vorran wailed. As tears streamed down his proud cheek he declared, “I’ll kill them! This deed will not go unpunished!”
Maranna struggled to say, “I cannot allow you to make your father’s mistake!”