A follow-up to the Nameday Special.
TROIA FIELDS, THE THIRTEENTH
They had fallen asleep. And by the Fury, they were both so, so beautiful.
My mother was safely tucked against my father's chest, as if she had been made to fit at his side, as if he had been so lovingly sculpted to hold her.
Who would have thought that that moment within this world's crimson moon was not the last I would spend with them?
I cannot describe what I felt when I saw them as I crossed the threshold to reach this world again at Zero's behest. The joy I felt as the long awaited light kissed my skin, and as I found how beautifully it caressed the bronze of my mother's gaze and the violet of my father's.
I cannot describe the sheer, most pure, all-consuming joy that swelled in my breast when I ran to embrace her, and felt her warmth against me, nor the way it grew and grew when my father surrounded us with his arms.
We spoke, we sparred, we sat beneath the tree and shared tales of distant triumphs and lost ages, of love unyielding, of redemption and acceptance, of light and dark, of loss, of fire, of faith, and hope.
And when the words settled into loving, reassuring, and soothing silence, we stared at this healing star of... ours. Ours, for I was born here. For I bear the blood of two kingdoms that I once believed were nothing but myths and tales lost to a thousand years of war.
My father settled against the tree's log, his Holy Lance, my mother's staff Morpho, and my lance Areadbhar, planted together upon the ground. Then my mother found her place at his side, and me, at his other. I rested my head against the crook of his neck, watching the distant, shirking shadows upon the skies, breathing in the purifying breeze.
My mother reached from across his chest to hold my hand, and I gladly held it back. So warm and gentle was her hand against mine. Then, my father ran a hand through my hair, and I could not help but to sink into the safety of his embrace.
And when I had opened my eyes after merely engulfing myself in this bliss, I found them sound asleep.
Heh, perhaps I had become a bit too enthusiastic when we sparred...
When I opened my eyes anew, he rested his head against my mother's. And she had her face hidden against the other side of his neck. Both of their expressions serene, and so, so loving.
I could not stop the smile that grew upon my lips, nor that sweet, aching swell within my dragon's heart yet again.
I would not trade this for anything. I would fight across stars again and again if I knew this is what awaited at journey's end.
I gently let go of my mother's hand to tuck one of her rogue, bronze strands behind her ear. Then, I reached to my father's own flowing, blond lock and caressed it away.
As if he sensed it, the arm he had wrapped around me tightened gently, pulling me closer as he nuzzled further into her hair.
And I could only smile again, closing my eyes once more, overjoyed to at last, be in my parents' arms.