Mumma please

Her eyes clouded with tears she couldn't stop.
Her son
walked
away.

Her throat closed with agony as she felt Balrog briefly leave her side. However, she gasped with a sob as he returned and attempted to soothe her. She was shaking her head, everything was getting worse! Her breath rattled against her chest as she looked into the glinting obsidian eyes of her golden boy.

"Oh Bal-" She tried to start softly when she heard Iskandor interject and then come forward. Oh her loves, how could they both be so wrong? It was neither their responsibility to raise each other nor their wayward brother. Nor soothe her aching heart. She couldn't help the way her head swayed back as she felt Iskandors next words before he said them. She tried to gather the words to speak to tell him to wait to tell him he was being so good and to please! Stay! But her mouth had stopped responding.

"Is-!" She managed to eke out between locked lips as Basilisk came on the scene and she saw her blue-eyed baby boy run after his brother. Her paw reached out as she half lunged into the paw of her husband.

"PLEASE!" She screamed into the air! Her lungs felt like they burst at the seams to call her babies back to her! Her voice - high and grief-stricken rang out across the Col as if she had any hope of calling either of them back.

Her head became heavy as she felt Bas next to her. The tears blinded her eyes as she turned to her Last Son and wrapped her arms around him. Holding on to him as if he were the very last of them all. Sobbing uncontrollably into his fur. Her fault! It was all her fault! Hers! She couldn't respond to her husband. She couldn't speak!

"Ignita"