"Mommy?" Lovi asked quietly. I smiled softly and turned from the bedside of one of his two siblings and only sister, Shiori, where I had just finished tucking her in and kissing her forehead.
"Yes, my son?" I asked. My voice was quiet and musical, as it always was when I was tucking in my precious children at night. I was a pretty woman, with a soft, sweet smile and an innocent face. My sea-blue eyes were a mirror to all my kindness, love, and other assorted caring emotions. But only the caring emotions and nothing else.
"Can you sing us a song? Please?" He asked softly. I smiled.
"Sure. Anything particular in mind?"
"That one song. Marukaite whatsit…"
I mentally grinned like a devil. I, of course, knew what the song really was, but they didn't. If they did, they would start to hate me for turning them onto that path. But it was the only way to ensure that they had a proper grasp of such songs. "Sure, Lovi. I'll sing that." I took a deep breath and began the song it took me years to perfect.
After singing the song, they had both fallen asleep peacefully. I sighed, knowing that a fight was inevitable. But… why did they have to be caught up in it?
Oh, I'm so sorry. You must be wondering who Shiori is and why she's in here. Shiori represents the Aeolian Islands off the coast of South Italy.