The morning waned and the fire in the hearth died to low burning embers. Que was long gone, taking his lunch, pressing kissed upon the lips of his wife and cheeks of his children. Work on the new expansion called and the man and long given in to his passion for building. Perhaps it was in his 'death' that he had found the meaning for his living.
The low, sweet sound of humming drifted through the kitchen as Ama went about her morning chores. The spicy aroma of pumpkin bread and apple cider filled the air and drifted out through open windows. From time to time, Ama glanced at the children. Twins, hers and Ques, sat in the center of the floor, facing each other. While it was a normal day by all accounts, as the minutes ticked by, Ama began to notice something very peculiar.
The cherub faces of the toddlers were intently focused on each other. Neither's eyes blinked, nor did their lips move as they held hands, sitting there without moving. Wide eyed, they gazed intently into the face of the other. Odd, Ama thought to herself. While the blonde ringlets of Piquette may still from time to time, rarely did the pudgy Raj ever sit still. He was constantly on the move, most often with Kohl, his best buddy. On this day however, Kohl was with Cricket and Esiac, the twins alone with each other. No babbling, no tattle-telling, no sound passed from their lips.
Finally, when all chores were finished, the curiosity of it got the better of Ama. With a single tug, her apron loosened and was tossed to the sparkling counter top. Smiling, she moved to sit very close to her most precious gifts, a hand lifting to brush curl and cow-lick both. "Raj, Piqy, what on Azeroth are you doing, loves?"
A strange long moment passed in silence. The wide eyed stare holding until as one, the twins turned their faces to their Momma's. Ama stilled as their eyes turned to hers. Gone was the faint tint of green, replaced by silver and with gold. Gasping softly, her brows pinched, Ama tried to make sense of it. Worry shook her otherwise steady voice, "Raj, Piqy...talk to Momma."
The twins once more looked to each other, a simultaneous nod given. The hands not joined, raised as tiny palms lay against their mother's cheek. One to the right, one to the left.
Ama's breath caught, stolen as her lids slowly fluttered to a close.
Pitch black, no star, no candle's light to guide. Empty cold, aching loneliness. No sound, not a voice to breech.
Pinpricks of light, gathering, shaping clusters. Glimmers of light growing, taking form and giving warmth.
Lightening dances, crashing down. Winds howl, bidden to dance. Rain falls, giving birth to life.
Waves crash, land rising from the depths reaching for the skies. Creatures walk, wings take flight. Chattering sound fills the air.
Four walk, side by side. One born of Void, One born of Light, One born of the Stars, One born of Storm.
The creators were pleased.
Jealousy, anger, rage. Love, lust, obsession. Passion, hope, love.
Four divided, ripped apart, cast aside and scattered like the wind. Memories stolen for the sake of all, gifts given broken. Dreams haunt, whispers murmured in the dark.
Divided they fall, united they conquer all.
Ama's eyes snapped open wide. She swallowed the tightness in her throat. Breathing deeply, the pictures in her mind vividly painted though she found it hard to speak. Cradling her children to her breast, she knew it was time to contact her mother. A single word passed from her lips, "One."
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