"I would always pester Mom to tell me stories of her adventures across the star. Sometimes I would even imagine myself there, being a hero alongside her."
"This must be that, just a dream...right? I mean, I remember lying down to rest after a long day of training, that's the last I remember. Next time I open my eyes I'm on some kind of carriage surrounded by people that look familiar, but not the same...but she caught my eye most of all."
"Hair like the morning sky, embraced by the dawn's gentle touch of red. Her ruby eyes were embraced by a cooling blue. They gleamed with the same curiosity as always, but with a kind of innocence I've never seen before. Pale skin mirroring the clouds contrasting her dark as night scales.
She looked a few years younger, but there was no way I could ever mistake who she was. My inspiration, my personal hero...my mom."