Mesec missed the beginning, missed the first domino to fall, but there was no missing the destruction of the island in the sky from his vantage point. He had been flying there when it happened and the shock of the scene causing failures in his movement, and he lost altitude rapidly before regaining his composure. Faster than it had arrived, the floating island was just gone.
The Moon’s son materialized in a swirl of shadows into the meadow, the sight of the scene before him causing a cold chill right through the heart, and he was able to piece together some of what had occurred. Hototo was dead.
His mother was at fault for all of them, all of the murders, having possessed another to do the dirty deeds. Some of them were children.
It wasn’t surprising, not really, and it was painful to remember the conversation with Roskuld when she had asked him questions and he hadn’t been able to help her at all. Maybe he should have paid more attention, maybe he should have seen more clues than he had when he had been spending time with her. She was always cold and uncaring towards the Helovians but no more or less than usual, hardly a tip-off.
Eternally conflicted, eternally torn, and even now the decision of which way to sway was a difficult one. Morals, of course, landed him on one side but that was his mother. She created him, nurtured him in her own way. Taught him and loved him. But she was darkness that he did not want to be, he wanted nothing to do with the shadows that she attached to him - fearful of the darkness seeping into his heart and ripping it out as it had for her. He wanted nothing to do with her now, wouldn’t even acknowledge the rage towards her that was swelling in him.
He hated her and hated more that he loved her still.
Mesec lingered where he was until she left, not wanting to face her in front of his family and the strangers that were gathered there. Not even sure that he knew what he would say to her.
But what could he say to any of them once she was gone? Friends, family, strangers. He felt separate from this, a shadow veil separating him from truly being a part of them. His tether to her keeping him forever apart. Not any more, though. He had meant what he had said - he didn’t want to live in the shadows. He didn’t want to be associated with a mother that possessed someone to murder others just to prove a point.
He found courage in Ampere's words, and truth in them.
Shaking his mane, he dislodged the talisman the Goddess had given him and left it there in the weeds and dirt.
No more darkness. |
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