forum I'm lacking the creative ingenuity to provide a clever and witty name (Character Chat 5)

Started March 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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"We haven't?" she mused. "No, I suppose we haven't. Time is tricky for me. I spend so much time in different realities and traveling between them, it's hard to keep track."

"What do you do, anyways?" He asked, looking around for his shirt…that was downstairs, crumbled up in a corner.

"I bounce around, looking for… something. I don't really know what, yet. I just know I must look for something. My sister might have prophesized something for me, long ago. Memories are a haze, clouded by the Dark magic."

"All this mystic bullshit….how do you put up with it?" He glanced over at her. "It seems like everyone hates everyone, everything's trying to kill each other, and no one's calm."

"That's magic–and life. Not all is good and perfect. Even the realm of peace has its faults. Just ask Kiriti of House Swifttail."

"Is it bad that I'm scared?" he asked, cracking his knuckles in a nervous manner.

"Not at all. It makes you more normal than most."

He tilted his head. "What does that mean?"

"It means you are not an arrogant idiot that believe he can take on the world without a problem. Many people believe such, and it gets them killed," she said bluntly.

"But….I'm a kid. I'm not even old enough to drink back on Earth. Yet, here I am, getting prepared to fight with a fucking demon lord who just so happens to be my dad." He looked overwhelmed with the daunting task ahead of him. "But I have to do this. I feel like I'm the only person who can, and that's what scared me. If I fail…" he paused to lick his lips. They had gotten quite dry, "If I fail, there's nothing left."

Rhianon wasn't good with comforting, but she had deduced that her son liked hugs. So, she opened her arm to invite one.

He shuffled over to her and leaned into the hug, setting his chin on her shoulder and sighing.

She rubbed his shoulder. "I believe you will succeed, son. My sister agrees, and I will consult the Seers as well. But I promise you, you are not alone in this fight."

"Everyone here's too afraid for me to even mention it," he mumbled. "Tess nearly started crying when I told her, so I haven't brought it up since."

"She is only worried, as she loves you and has already lost a loved one because of an enemy. Victoria Italia Ventura, I believe." She cocked her head, eyes glazing over as she slipped into the Between to search for details. "Half Italian, half American. Fell in love with Miss Hunt and slowly helped make her into the person she is now. Was, kidnapped, tortured, shot, and killed by FBI agents in an attempt to seize Theresa once and for all."

He frowned. "She never told me anything about that before. Just that she'd died."

"Because it is a painful memory. They were only together for less than a year but had shared so many special moments together. I believe Victoria was the one who got Miss Hunt out of the drug business." She smiled as she kept prying. "And her pet name for Theresa was Tesoro. 'Treasure.' How cute."

Now he began to feel a bit incompetent. The special moments they had literally all involved either one of them nearly getting killed or killing someone else. And his mother's rambling wasn't helping very much.

Rhianon shook her head. "Either way, you must make a decision. Give it a few days. Let yourself have some time off before thinking about it."

He nodded and pulled away from the hug. "Thank you."

She petted his hair absentmindedly. "For what?"

He leaned into her touch. "For coming back. I was starting to get worried."

She smiled kindly. "I was always here. My sister has offered me a place to stay in the palace. She is happy with my progress and wishes to be by my side for the rest of it."

He tilted his head. "Then why not come visit?"

"You were busy, no?"