"You talk so wonderfully of your Mother, but I've never met her." Kiku mused.

"She's in Heaven." Heracles mumbled.

"O-oh...Gomennasai." Kiku whispered.

He had always wondered where this beautiful and kind woman was; Heracles spoke so fondly of her. She almost seemed like a Goddess, the way he talked about her. He described her as gorgeous and wonderful, motherly and sweet. Her hair was a chocolate waterfall of curls and her oceanic eyes sparkled, even in the darkest of night. Her arms were always welcoming, her lips always smiled, and she was filled with endless knowledge. She painted, she sang, she wrote, and most importantly she taught.

She knew everything; why the sky was blue, what made a storm occur, and why animals behaved the way they did. She even knew the full square root of Pi and how to divide by zero; although, she never taught anyone, not even her son, how to do so. All she said was that it would be too disastrous to tell anyone.

"There's…no need to be sorry." Heracles said drowsily; he rolled over on his side, resting his head on his hand.

"She lives in the happiest place and amongst the purest souls."

Kiku smiled; Heracles was always positive on such a saddening subject. It's what he liked about him the most; whatever the case, he was always positive and had a smile on his face.

He was like his mother in many ways.

"I'm glad she's happy; although, I would have loved to meet her." Kiku muttered softly, pulling his knees closer to his chest.

"I wished you could have met her too; I'm positive she would love you, as if you were her own son." Heracles said with a warm grin.

He pulled himself up from the grassy field and scooted himself closer to Kiku. He pulled Kiku into his arms and rested his head atop of his. Kiku made no movements of rejection; in fact, he openly welcomed it. He sighed a long breath, enjoying Heracle's natural warmth. Heracles smiled at this, thankful that Kiku was comfortable. They both looked at the sky that was painted with stars; Greece silently traced the dots with his eyes, imagining the hand drawings his mother had drawn that symbolized the constellations.

Heracles missed his mother, like any other son that had lost their mother. But, deep down, he knew he did not need to be sad about it. As long as she was happy, then he would be happy too. His mother had said the same thing to him when he was young. He remembered all the grand moments with her; the times when they played in the field, the wondrous hours in the kitchen, cooking delightful meals and desserts, the endless amounts of lessons taught, and the unforgettable nights that were brim full of countless tales.

"What was her name?" Kiku suddenly asked, breaking Heracles out his moments of blissful memories. He looked down at Kiku, who looked up at him with his almond eyes. There were pools of curiosity within his pupils, and it reminded him of his younger self, when he questioned his Mother. He smiled and held Kiku closer to him, placing a gentle kiss upon his head.

"Her name was Helena; Helena the Shining Light."

"Heaven must be blessed to be sheltering a Shining Light."