I looked at my mother somewhat confused for where I was, recognizing the ship, although I did not remember that there was so much light the last time I was here.
Roxxas's words made their way through my mind, closing my eyes to try to get a clear idea of what was happening.
"We must talk, little one" She brushed away the hair from my face.
I got up with concern, because at the moment I did not understand the situation, which managed to alter me enough for one to look at her for a couple of seconds before daring to ask.
"Who's my mother?" I questioned directly as she ducked her head before looking at me and talk.
"Kryptonian," she whispered, surprising me. "Your father traveled to Krypton and met her, Beliz-El, the youngest of the House of El, the result of which was you, little one." She sighed as if it were difficult for her to continue talking about that. "You were raised there for two years until your mother died, at that time, none of your uncles wanted you there, only your aunt, Alura In-zee worried about you, "she said, looking directly into my eyes as I began to cry. "We were summoned to both .., I didn't want to have anything to do with you, but you ..., you were so little and you ran to me to hug my legs, you chose me, Mya" she dried my tears, but I apart the face .
I could not help sobbing, covering my face to avoid looking at her, trying to reassure me, but I could not, because everything I had just heard had broken me. However, all this made me began to understand things, like the fact that I had powers similar to those of Kara ..., wait, after what I just heard, that made her my cousin, right?
"Is that why you hate the Kryptonians?" I asked between tears.
"Maybe" She shrugged.
"Me?" I asked, searching for the truth.
"No," she said, surprised by my question.
"But I'm not your daughter," I said, watching as she shook her head and smiled.
"You are my daughter, Mya, maybe not biological, but you are" she caressed my face. "Being your mother does not mean that we have to share blood, do not be fooled by that" she asked at the same time I nodded. "You are my little girl and that will never change, "she said hugging me, getting me sobbing on her shoulder.
"The Prince demands to speak to you," they said, which made me feel confused. Was Mon-el here?
"I must go, I'll come back later" She wiped my tears.
"Do not tell him I'm alive, please," I pleaded, I was not ready for him to know.
She nodded slightly before leaving the room, leaving me alone to my confusion over everything I had just heard, including different situations. Remembering my dreams, which now understood that they were memories of what was my life there, with her.
I could not say how my life would have been like if I had been with her, maybe better or worse, I might have been dead at the moment, since I would not have survived the death of my planet.
I sighed, remembering the day I supposedly met Zor-el and Alura, they knew perfectly who I was, yet I did the one thing my mother asked me not to forget her, well I did, I forgot her.
As the door opened, I turned my head to look at her, having too many questions in my mind to clear it with one.
"Does he know?" I asked.
"What?Who?" She asked confused.
"That you are not my mother ..., Mon-el," I whispered clarifying it.
"No, when it happened we sent him for those two years to study at an academy," she replied. "When he returned you lived with us, it wasn't strange," she explained.
"Is that why he acted suspiciously? Did he think I had taken his place?" I asked, bowing my head.
"He was not always like that, Mya," she said, brushing my hair away from my face.
I looked at her, I had no brother for much of my childhood, I hardly had memories of moments with him, they were practically nonexistent.
"The two years old had her head on her father's shoulder, remaining with her eyes closed, as if she was trying to fall asleep, however, it lasted only a couple of minutes, since she opened them again when she heard a voice that she did not identify .
"Hey, look who's there," his father whispered, dropping her to the ground, crouching at her height. "He's your brother, Mon-el." He pointed to the eleven-year-old boy who stood in front of him. "Mon-el, she's your sister, Mya" he caressed the little girl's face.
The boy knelt at the height of his sister to observe her closely, which made the younger as well before reaching forward to embrace him, getting his brother to hug her back.
"Looks like you're going to get along," said his mother, watching the boy, who nodded, still holding his sister.
However, the relationship between siblings had deteriorated considerably, as they hardly spent time together, rather it was the elder who denied the existence of the child.
"Mon-el, take your sister," his mother asked him, so he had no choice but to approach where the five-year-old sat, doing nothing she should not.
The girl looked at him in confusion as he reached for her, refusing to do so, not trusting much of what was going to happen, wanting to stay where she was until that moment.
"Mya, you have to come with me" he insisted grabbing her hand. "We can do something, Do you like dragons?" he asked.
His sister watched the stuffed animal by her side for a couple of seconds before nodding slightly, so he guided her to where they were, feeling as his sister exerted more force in his grip. He was not surprised to find his father there, who smiled at them both as he approached.
He crouched down beside her as he felt the tightness of the girl's tiny body, who clung to him holding the teddy hugged to her.
"Do you like it?" He asked, pointing to the dragon in front of him.
"It's nice," she whispered to what he smiled as he listened.
However, this worship only lasted for a couple of minutes, because when the dragon roared, the child released the teddy, hugged him and began to cry frightened.
He stood with her in his arms, hugging her, wanting to calm her down, but his father snatched her from his arms before looking at him and shaking his head.
"Mya, hey, take it" he delivered the teddy, although the younger one was much more concerned about keeping her head buried in her father's shoulder than picking it up.
"Was it your idea?" His father asked, to which he nodded slightly. "How did you come up with it?" He's only five years old, "he scolded him directly, which confused him.
"I asked her if she liked it, she said yes, I didn't think she'd be scared," he explained.
"You should have done it," he reproached him with a tight embrace of the child. "Mon-el, your duty is to protect her, not to take her to the danger." He bowed his head at the words of his father.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, but they had already left, leaving him alone.
He sighed without realizing how it was possible that every time he became interested in his sister, he was scolded, because apparently nothing he was doing was right, but what did they want him to do? He shook his head, maybe it was better if he stopped paying attention to her definitely. "
"I think I have something that belongs to you, little one." she pulled me out of my thoughts, taking one of my hands. "This was your mother's." She handed me a necklace bearing the symbol of the House of El with something write on it, to my disgrace in Kryptonian, so I was not able to read it and I could not ask Kara.
"Can I wear it?" I asked in a whisper.
"Sure, it's yours," she replied, helping me, causing me to catch it the moment it was hanging from my neck.
"Thank you," I whispered, remembering the fact that my brother was on this ship. "What's going on?" I asked.
"Your brother doesn't want to leave, so Daxam comes to him" she explained to what I refused with the head.
"If I returned to Daxam, would he stay here?" I asked, looking directly into her eyes.
"No, Zale is not here," she replied. "You need a husband, although we could always contact Zaivre." She pointed to what I bent my head.
"I know where Zale lives, but I'm not sure he wants to come with us," I said. "If he did, would Mon-El stay here?" He's happy here, with Kara, please don't make him leave" I sobbed begging for him.
"We can try, in that case, he will stay here, I promise," she replied, wiping away my tears, getting me to smile slightly at her words.
Thanks for reading,
Ayrin