Sagira watched as her beautiful mother slipped through her father's sword. It was as if she was a ghost, and yet...
"Mummy, what was that you just did?"
She asked, to which her mother, Miria replied,
"Phantom."
Sagira looked at her, surprise running though her entire body. Her mother was an incredible warrior, of that there was no question. Her parents continued their spar.
The next day, Sagira played with her toys and thought about what she'd seen. Zuberi was away at school, and the three year old flier was the only one at home, not counting her mother of course. She looked around and tried not to think of what her mother had done, but...
Phantom...
Could Sagira try it perhaps...would she be able to...? No mummy does it because she's been a warrior for most of her life. I haven't even started school yet! She sighed and put her toys away. She could sense her mother's yoki, bustling around the garden outside. She could feel it in little bursts. She decided to watch, maybe there was more to her mother than she first thought...
Burst here, move left, watch the yoki...burst to the right, and there. Miria paused to catch her breath and rest. Not much to it really. The Phantom was a move that she used mostly to escape form her opponents and to catch them off guard. Her movements left much to be desired, however, they weren't accurate enough. She didn't see the small pair of eyes that had been watching her most of the entire training session that she'd set herself. Sagira had learned a lot just from watching her mother's movements. It was clear to the child that her mother was trying to do something, but as to what, she didn't know.
The phone rang and Sagira's world would change forever...
"Miria speaking...Oh, Seto, what's wrong? Really...Seto I don't...Then what...Yugiatemu...No, she's fine...Mahad what? Oh, no, this can't be happening, how can they say that... NO, He said that your generation would be the last! Oh, oh, oh!"
Miria looked quite green and appeared to be sick, which prompted Sagira to ask her,
"Mummy, what's wrong?"
"Nothing Sagira, Zuberi and your father will be home soon, so why don't you go and play?"
"Ok..."
She left to go to the toy room and play, but that didn't stop her form looking back at her mother, who still appeared a little ill.
Miria looked at both her husband and son; she was on the verge of despair. Why? She thought that her joint effort with Hysteria, and the younger warriors had finished the Organization for good, so then why were they back? Why were they back worse than ever? She heard that they had created a whole bunch of yoma, and had settled for America as their new target. It meant that she and Seto would have to train both of the children how to fight, something that Miria was reluctant to do in any setting. It also meant teaching them how to use their yoki. When she and Seto were finally alone they talked.
"We have no choice."
Seto told her,
"They told me this morning that they are going to need every flier that is available, even the youngest ones. I heard that Galatea and Yugiatemu are going to have to come as well even though Galatea's just had Yusei. Miria... are you ok? You look a little pale..."
"I...I think I'm pregnant again Seto..."
"Miri-"
"Ugh, not again..."
She said as she rushed off to be sick. Seto wasn't far behind her.
"Miria, hold still, please..."
She tried to focus on something other than being sick, which was quite hard. She was trying to help Seto by stilling her yoki; it must have worked because he cried
"Oh, God no. This is the last thing we need. Miria?"
She threw up into the sink.
"Oh Joy, just like the last two..."
Miria groaned,
"I am really going to have to do something about this..."
"Or it could just be the season."
Seto replied as if he was thinking within his own mind. Miria however had other thoughts that she just couldn't ignore, not now anyway.