"YEEOUCH!" Came a young boy's voice, followed by some crying. Rapid footsteps could be heard down the hall of the Themis Manor.

"Brady what's wrong?" The beautiful young mother dressed in Ylisse's finest fabrics storms in, her blond locks in their usual springy curls. She sees a crimson puddle all over the floor of the music hall. "My baby!" She shrieks as she scoops her son up from the middle of the mess.

"Mother, it hurts." Brady said between sobs. "I can't see," he added removing his hands from his face trying to open his wounded eye.

"Keep your hand on it and press it down, Boo Bear." Maribelle told him as she scuffled out of the room with her son in her arms. "I have to grab my staff and we'll go to the washroom to clean your face."

"Am I going to be blind?" Brady asked, still sniffling, but calmed a little by the heat radiating from his mother's now bloodied clothes.

"I don't think so, baby." Maribelle assured him as she she grabbed her staff and made a 180 toward the washroom. She held the staff's head near her son's eye and it started glowing in a faint green light. "I think I stopped the bleeding. Let's get you cleaned up."

She sat him down on a stool and started pumping the water into the trough. "I apologize for getting your dress filthy, mother." Brady said after opening his good eye and catching a glimpse of his mother. He began crying again, expecting to be berated.

"Don't worry about it, Brady." She told him as she scooped water and gently poured it over his head. "Clothes aren't nearly as important as human lives. Remember that."

"Yes, Mother." Brady sobbed.

"Now try to open your eye." She sees her son wince as he tried to do as he was told. "I know it hurts, but we need to clean it out so it doesn't get infected."

"It hurts too much!" He wailed and turned his head away from her.

"Brady, look at me!" Maribelle commanded. "Look at my face and tell me everything that happened up until you got hurt."

"Well," Brady starts, only being interrupted by his own whimpers. "I was… tuning my vio… violin, and when I… slid the… the bow across the strings… one of them snapped and… and it stabbed me in the eye!" At that moment, Maribelle opens his eye forcefully with her thumb and forefinger and poured water on his face. He gasped for breath after the water had passed.

"Well, it looks like it missed your iris and pupil." Maribelle diagnosed. "There is a small tear in your eye. Nothing that two sessions of mending a day for a week can't fix. You have this nasty scar on your beautiful face though."

"So I'll be fine?" Brady asked, steadying his breathing.

"Yes, Boo Bear, you'll be fine." She held him in a tight embrace and kissed his cheek. "The worst part is that I knew this would happen and I still couldn't prevent it."

"How could you have known, mother?"

"That's my own secret, Brady." She smiles and grips onto the necklace her future son had given her. "Oh and Brady? You can call me 'Ma'."