Author's note: Hello to all my readers. I've written this story for one of my readers Kitty-Cathy, gave me a brief idea and she asked if I would like to expand on it. I decided to take the challenge as it's the first time I've written a story like this. Feel free to leave a review, however flames are not tolerated.
Hope
A small glimmer like a minuscule flash in the pan.
She drew the cloth tighter around her child, the pain in her lower body diminishing. After hours of labour she finally achieved her goal. As the winds above howled she drew the young cyniclon closer to her body. The feeling of bliss and happiness slowly morphed into one of regret and sadness.
Why did I bring a child into such a torn world?
Her smile soured as she remembered what went on beyond the chambers of her home. Food was running low. Water was scarce. Illnesses were spreading from person to person like wildfire. Would she live long enough to see her child grow into adulthood? It was a miracle of its own that he was born healthy. Just like her mate she could probably die dues to disease. There was no one to turn to, no one to count on. her parents had long passed, her friends were struggling to live themselves.
What kind of mother am I?
What the cyniclons needed was a saviour. A hero. Somebody, anybody...to bring their suffering to end. It was like a sick pattern, no matter where they went it was the same. They set out to different planets. In search of a planet like their own.
No avail.
Either the surface was too rocky, the environment to inhospitable or too small to hold their numbers. They eventually settled on what they liked to call Neo-cynith.
She closed her eyes, resting her head against the wall of her chambers, dark hair cascading down her pale shoulders.
Why should I even care, I'll never be able to see the light above and neither will my son.
She scolded herself as negative thoughts clouded her mind. She thought of the "alchemist" who mixed things for all types of ailments, most of the time her efforts were in vain. She would give it to her son and spare him of impending suffering.
I'm a horrible mother...
She glanced down at her son, golden eyes filled with wonder about the world around him, his fingers gripped tightly around her thumb. A tear escaped her eye.
How could I have thought of something so...malevolent.
She sniffed as more tears cascaded down her cheeks. Kisshu squirmed in his mother's arms sensing her discomfort. A soft cry rose from him. She rocked him, trying to quiet his cries.
"It's alright, little one," she said as he cooed. The fib made her sob inwardly before sighing. She watched as he fell into a slumber, gripping a lock of her dark hair. Though she couldn't see them she still look heaven-ward to the stars.
"Please, protect my son when I'm gone…" she pleaded. "He's all I have I left…" with that she wrapped the shawl around them tighter, shielding them from the winds which sneaked underground. She kissed his head before falling into a slumber herself. She remembered something her mother told her when she was a young child.
Even in the darkest times, a glimmer of hope can arise, it is our choice to nurture it into steady light.
"My mother is right," she whispered to her son. "You are my glimmer of hope,"
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