Child of Mine

He had traveled West from Lirium, still hoping to explore as much of the foreign country as he could. With Spring came the realization that he had already spent a year in the country and was now a fully grown adult. He hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Philomena since autumn and slowly he began to realize that their plans to take vengeance for the crimes committed against their fathers were over before they even began.

Célestin had also been distant lately, and in truth that hurt him more than his disappointment in Philomena, mostly because, in spite of what Cél told him, he believed it was within his power to help him.

He stood on the edge of the basin and sighed, watching the grasses wave in the spring breeze. He watched a doe pull at the long grasses and raise her head to regard the wolf while her spotted fawn pressed close against her leg. He stood and slowly meandered away from them, indicating that he meant them no harm. He had found both of his sisters in Boreas but they had vanished as soon as they had appeared making him feel even lonelier. Home had come to him for a short time only to be taken away. He looked out over the waving grasses again and paused, among the vibrant green waves he saw a distinct golden fleck by the pool of water and the basin’s center. His heart stopped, familiarity pulling at his mind while doubt warred against it. Slowly he paced closer, his long legs keeping his head over the sea of grass, his mouth agape. As he came closer to the figure and recognized it as another wolf he started to move faster, then as the honey colored markings in her fur became apparent, he began to run.

“Mother!” He shouted, a wide grin spreading over his features. Had his father come with her? Had the Abraxas fallen without his knowledge? His mind raced with possibilities and yet was washed blank with elation that his mother was here.

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