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Sister
Chapter 2: Family
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In my entire life, I had two families, and I loved them with all my heart.
Really, how could I not, when Martel was part of both?
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I: Mother
Poetically enough, my first (chronological) memory was that of my birth. How do I remember that? The memories of one's death are the clearest; in the instant I died, I also had a wondrous vision…
Beautiful sapphires sparkle joyously, slightly covered by blue green silk. Two petals then form a smile, and dew drops of exhaustion sprout. A soft voice then says, "It's a boy."
Her name was Irena Yggdrasill, youngest granddaughter of the elder.
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II: Father
He was a towering giant, the hero that protected our family.
Back then, his shoulders were so broad.
Blond hair and blue eyes, wide jaw and thick eyebrows. His mouth would always curve in a rough smile, as he told me stories of his time as a knight for Her Majesty Ilios and how he retired and came to Heimdall, where he met mother and had us.
Mars, the god of war… that name didn't really fit him; an injury prevented him from fighting and his heart was captured by the beautiful goddess of peace, or so he told me. Apparently, his marriage to an elf was a scandal, and his family disowned him after Martel was born.
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III: Sister
For an elf, mother was pretty young when she married father. At thirty five years, two years after exchanging vows, she bore Martel.
Ten years passed happily, but my would-be-father, was starting to feel his age. When his forty seventh birthday came, he asked mother if she would bear him another child. Ecstatic, she nodded and hugged Martel, who began reciting possible names.
"Since we named Martel after me, how about we name our unborn child after you?" Father asked.
Mother simply shook her head and replied, "They both will carry my family name, and that's enough for me. I want them to have names that reflect our love for each other."
"Maybe we should see my little sibling's face before naming them? That way, we can find a name that fits."
"That's wonderful, dear!"
One year and two months later, I was born to loving parents and a doting older sister, who would later tell me of how I came to be, spinning the same tale in uncountable forms.
Children of war and peace, we laughed.
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Irena: Greek. 'Peace'.
Mars: The Roman god of war.
Martel: 'Hammer', 'From the god Mars'.
Mithos: Greek. 'Myth', 'Legend'.
Trivia: Mithos is a left-handed swordsman, if Tales of Fandom 2 is to be trusted.
