A Meeting with Mother Part 2

Mirage swallowed the hard lump that had grown in throat, she realized the severity of the situation, whoever controlled that key had the potential to destroy life as everyone knew it. The reprecussions of failure scared her. If she failed in her endeavors, the key could be used to strip the realm she knew of all the resources of the land leaving behind a barren wasteland, and a very small population, one that might not be so kind. She had to find this sorceror. Or die Edie sighed quietly and looked her daughter over and realized that the fear had gripped her so bad that she had nearly bitten her lip clean through. She touched her daughters mouth gently healing her and smiled. "The key can also be used to preserve life, keep it the way it was meant t' be, maybe even make things better for ye all... But.... If those scavengers and bringers of evil get it, that will not happen. Keep that in mind dear." "One more thing, before I go, your true name is to be known, ye name is Mirage Medelia Proudfoot, ye father gave it t' ye... Now... I must go m' dear heart." Mirage stammered a moment and then blurted out "I love ye mother..." And Edie disap peared. Mirage looked at Zaneritos and began to cry. Maron in his light sleep awoke quickly and starterd to scream. Mirage had to pull it together for him, she had to, she was all he had. 

A Meeting with Mother Part 1

(*OOC*) This took place before everything started happeneing , when things were oh so much simpler. 

Mirage walked along Main street, carrying Maron in her arms, he was fast asleep. She enjoyed carrying him as he slept, his peacefulness setting her at ease. His little chest rising and falling almost in perfect sync with her small footsteps. Zaneritos walked along side of her, he seemed to be very happy, seemed to be enthralled by the fact that Mirage and Maroin were apart of his life , but there was something missing, yes of course, Mirage would not say yes. This saddened him slightly but he seemed to accept it, even now walking alongside Mirage and the sleeping child, he had no other choice right now. They stopped in Festival Square and went and sat on the bench there. Mirage beagn slowly rocking Mar on. They sat in quiet conversation, talking about this and that, and suddenly Mirage grew quiet,something felt wierd just as it had in her dreams, a prescence was felt near her, one of comfort and calm, like the one a mother might emit from her to her child. Mirage looked at Zaneritos , a curious look on her face, she asked "Do ye feel that?"With a shake of his head Zaneritos smiled and looked back at Mirage just as quizzically"What are ye talking about?" Mirage shook her head in dismissal of the feeling, she could not remember ever feeling like that before, although it felt familiar and she knew there was so many things she did not know. After all since her memory loss she had started over. Then as if a light was ripping a whole through this world's dimensional fabric, A woman very much like Mirage appeared, shimmering into view, a smile on her face. Her long black hair flowed down her back in ringlets , just as Mirage's had, the green eyes sparkled with wisdom and everything glowed about her, a part of Mirage that was lost so long ago. It was Edie, Mirage's slain mother. Mirage however did not realize this, and decidedly began to question the prescence in a rude conde scending way that was her style when threatened. "Who are ye and what do ye want?" Mirage stammered with her words because she felt deep inside that she knew who this was, but whether or not this was a good or bad being was too forgotten. Edie smiled at her daughter in a loving and knowing way, and reached out a hand and touched it to Mirage's cheek, Mirage recoiled slightly but did not move much, then it hit her. A flood of memory, pictures with no words, no feeling, just a parade of her life as she had lived it, right up until the very moment of her memory loss. Mirage let out an audible gasp, while Zaneritos sensing that Mirage was going to go into shock and might drop Maron, scooped him out of her lap. "Come 'ere little fellow." He whispered and gently cradled the still sleeping boy in his arms. Mirage gripped the bench with both of her small hands, she studied the figure before her. "Mother?" she asked in total shock now. Edie smiled and nodded, still not speaking, she looked over her daughter and shook her head, a little look of disappointment on her face. "I see ye still have it inside o' ye, and that is a very dangerous thing." Edie places her palm against her daughters cheek and ran it down to her chin to turn her face up to look at her. "Ye memories won't tell ye much but I will explain, the key ye have inside o' ye...must be removed and be removed soon." "A sorceror must be found, the one that stole ye as an infant and placed the key within ye, his name is Cerembelles, if ye do not find him before those priests do, ye will die and so will many people of this realm." "Ye know full well what that power can do....the four winds at the mercy o' the caller, the resources need nothing but a word....fire t' burn, water t' drown, and so on...and ye can not allow it, ye must find the sorceror, remove the key, and de stroy it so these things will not come to pass." Edie spoke quickly. 

Late night thinking

Ryel lay alone in his bed, his arm reaching for someone who wasn't there. His subconscious tended to reach out at night and wake him up when it didn't find anyone there. There was a chance that it would stop, he hoped, in the meantime, the empty bed had awakened him again. He sat up, beginning to think of things, he set his feet on the floor. He reached for the leggings at the bottom of the bed and pulled them on, walking out the door to his bedroom and taking an immediate left. He placed his hand on the bare skin of his chest, over his heart, he gently tapped the door open. He looked into a long forgotten room, a child's room, strewn with toys, drawings, mock weapons and of course, clothing. It had been a long time since the boy had occupied the room, long since grown up and on his own. Ryel stared into the empty room, knowing that no matter how hard he stared his son wouldn't be there, but a father had to try. He finally turned from the doorway and walked to the one immediately across from his own room. He gently tapped that door open as well, revealing a no less messy, yet more recently lived in room. His eyes crossed the floor to the bed, seeing the silver hair that told him his little Cael was in his bed. He softly walked across the floor avoiding toys and other things as he went. He knelt by the boy's bed and gently touched his forehead. Ryel watched Cael sleeping, his mind thinking. "It's been a hard life for both of you, you and Cyel had a lot more in common than you ever thought. Neither of you knew your mothers, but I hope you'll have the chances Cyel didn't. The chance to be a father, and maybe a grandfather some day." Ryel paused in his thoughts, his mind shifting its thoughts. "He was a quiet boy, didn't cry too much, always wanted to be a Crimson Guardian. Cyel was a good man, I'm very proud of how he turned out. I just wish he had been able to know a longer life." He shifted slightly on his knees, his body showing a few bruises and scrapes. His mind began again, "Tonight, I'm feeling my age. There's forces at work you don't know about, but you are safe, none of it can touch you, I won't let it. You and your love of magic and weapons, you would have thought it spectacular and on some level I suppose it was." Ryel again touched his son's forehead. "Your father, the one who doesn't get mad, who doesn't raise his sword.. fighting against a demon at Market Square. I wouldn't have believed it either my boy. I had not raised my sword to fight another being since I had to raise it against.. but that is a long forgotten story, filled with pain and anguish." Ryel pulled the blankets up around his eight year old son and tucked them in around him. He looked on silently for a moment, his eyes drifting to something hidden between the bed and the wall. The small glint of bronze catching his eye, he leaned over the bed and pulled it from its spot. The stuffed toy stared back at him with the same wonderment it had when he had first bought it. He remembered the night he had knocked so late at the door to the Church of Celestia and been let in to place it next to his sleeping Cyel in his crib. He set the stuffed Bronze Dragon next to his son's pillow. "It's yours now, Cael. Enjoy it." Ryel turned and walked out as quietly as he had walked in, leaving the door slightly ajar. He made his way back to his own bed and lay on top of the covers, still thinking.