"The two-year-old allowed her to lay her down on the bed, drowsy, but terrified when she realized she had to stay alone, starting to cry.
"Hey, I'm not leaving," she said as she rubbed her cheek by sitting on the edge of the bed, calming her. "What are you afraid of, sweetie?"
"Darkness," the girl replied in a whisper, which made her caress her hair.
She smiled slightly, watching her, wrapping her with the bedspread before she began to sing the lullaby which was able to relax her daughter, still stroking her hair, watching as her eyes struggled to remain open, ending up completely asleep.
She kissed her forehead, lighting a small night lamp with the intention that if she woke up, she would not be frightened.
"I adore you, my baby girl," she whispered, closing the door."
It's been a week since my mother had allowed Mon-el to return with Kara, to finally stay with her, however, I had been refusing to go to find Zale, claiming I was not ready.
"Mother, maybe we should tell Mon-el and Kara the truth about me," I said. "Explain to them who my mother was." I looked at her, waiting for her statement.
"When you decide it's time to look for Zale, I'll do that," she blacked out.
"We can go today," I said with a lump in my throat, nervous about his reaction.
I sighed, I was not prepared for this, to face him, his reaction, not really, so, despite having said it, I did not want to.
It was in the afternoon when I went back to the streets of National City, when the memories that I had lived here assaulted me, stopping before I guided my mother to where he lived or at least remembered that he did.
I knocked on the door nervously, waiting for someone to open, but I could not help but bow my head the moment I saw him, looking at me as if he did not understand what was happening.
"Zale ..." I tried to speak, but he did not give me more time, since he hugged me against him, getting me to rest my head on his shoulder, starting to cry.
"You were dead, Mya," he whispered, grabbing my face, watching me. "Your brother told me you were dead." I watched his eyes fester. "I can't believe you're here." He smiled, hugging me again. "Come on in," he said, allowing both of us to enter to the house.
He took us to the living room, where I sat beside him on the couch, allowing him to continue hugging me, since it seemed that he did not believe that he had me there with him.
"Zale, don't you think to introduce me?" someone asked behind our back, getting us to turn.
"Uh, yes, she's my foster mother, we could say." He smiled at the same time that I was looking at her, her hair was blond and her eyes were dark.
"I'm Beth, nice to meet you," she introduced herself. "I bet that you must be Mya" she smiled at me, so I nodded slightly." Zale has told me a lot about you, "she said." And you must be her mother, Queen of Daxam, "she said.
"Well, now that we all know each other, I can explain why we have come." My mother smiled. "We return to Daxam, Mya needs a husband and if you do not want to do it, it will be Zaivre, who will take your place." She explained making Zale to hug me even harder.
"What about her happiness?" He asked, pointing at me.
"I sacrificed it for my brother's, besides, I have nothing left here" I looked directly into the eyes. "I don't want to stay in the same place where I was kidnapped and tortured by CADMUS" I shook my head in tears. "I'm going, it is your decision to follow me or not" I whispered at the same time he wiped my tears.
"I'm going with you," he said, grabbing my face to kiss me.
I responded to the kiss in tears, smiling slightly the moment we stepped away, feeling like my mother was watching us closely, which made me bow my head, I should not have done.
"Can I stay here tonight?" he questioned, receiving her affirmation. "And Mya?" He asked, and my mother shook her head.
"You can not, you both know," she said.
"In separate rooms," Beth said, putting her hand on my shoulder, which made my mother nod.
"In that case, I must go and keep my promise, right, Mya?" She smiled. " I'll come tomorrow to pick you up, I love you, little one." She kissed my hair before leaving.
"What are you going to want for dinner?" Beth asked me, so I shook my head. "Aren't you hungry, Mya?" She asked worriedly.
"No, not really, I haven't been eating lately, let's just say I've gotten used to that," I explained.
"But you have to eat something, sweetheart," she said, and I shook my head again.
"Eat something, do it for me." Zale lifted my chin. "Whatever you want," he smiled.
"Pizza and ice cream?" I replied doubtfully, with a shy smile.
"Sounds good to me," he smiled.
I had dinner for the first time in the last few months, surprising them both, who reminded me of my words that I was not hungry when they realized that I was eating a cup of ice cream by myself.
We went up to Zale's room, sitting on the edge of the bed as he lay on it, watching me worried, but I decided to lie down next to him, staring at the ceiling in my thoughts. I felt his grip on my hand, which made me turn my head to look at him, meeting his blue eyes.
"It still seems like a dream to me," he said, stroking my cheek. "When your brother told me that you had died ..." he left the sentence in half, I knew what it meant.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, looking into his eyes.
"No, you aren't blame for this, Mya," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "It's not your fault, honey," he hugged me.
He held me for a while, finally relaxing, closing my eyes, but feeling as he grabbed the necklace in his hands.
"Kara's?" He asked directly to what I shook my head.
"It was my mother's," I said.
"How?" He looked at me confused, so I had to explain everything I'd heard about a week ago. "Do you remember anything about her?" He asked.
"A little," I answered in a whisper. "I remember a lullaby that she used to sing to me when I was falling asleep," I said.
"Could you sing it to me?" He asked me as I sat up. "Only if you can, Mya," he whispered.
I nodded slightly before beginning to sing it, closing my eyes, feeling as he surrounded me with his arms the moment my voice began to falter, but I continued until I finished it.
"I've missed your voice," he whispered, forcing my head to rest on his chest. "It's beautiful, no wonder it reassured you," he said at the same time as I smiled.
"Guys, it's bedtime, Mya, sweetie, come with me," Beth called me, so I opened my eyes to look at Zale, who whispered 'midnight' kissing my forehead.
I followed her into the room, watching everything carefully, it was decorated for a girl, however, I resisted the urge to ask for it, advancing to the edge of the bed, sitting on it.
"I decorated it thinking of my daughter," she said, making me look at her. "They separated her from me when she was very young," she explained.
"My mother passed away when I was two, although Rhea welcomed me and took care of me," I ventured to speak with a lump in my throat. "I barely remember her," I sighed.
I lay down, closing my eyes to hold back the tears, feeling the light go out, which altered me, for I did not like the darkness, it reminded me of all the bad things that had happened me in CADMUS. I opened my eyes thinking that I was going to wake up in that cell, staring at the stars that were glued to the ceiling and front wall, watching them.
"Do you like them?" She questioned because of my fascination with them.
"When I was little I could stay hours watching the stars," I whispered. "I remember going with my aunt, later I started going with my father and lastly my brother," I explained, missing those moments. "I suppose at some point I did it with my mother, But I don't remember it" I allowed the tears to escape my eyes.
"She was the one who taught you the Kryptonian lullaby?" She asked, receiving my statement. "It's lovely, I really liked it." She smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I looked at her for a couple of seconds until she began to sing, when I had to force myself to close my eyes, to allow myself to be two years old again, sobbing at the realization of who was the person in front of me, singing to me, stroking my hair before drying my tears.
"Mom?" I asked in a whisper, daring to look at her.
"Hey, little one." She smiled, too, with her gazing eyes.
I stood up to hug her, sobbing the moment she settled me against her, stroking my hair as she continued to sing.
I looked at her, she was supposed to be dead, at least that's what they told me.
"How?" I asked.
"They sent me to Fort Rozz," she replied to my confusion. "They didn't want you in Krypton, at least no being accepted as the first child of the House of El, so I had no choice but to let you go," she began. " They offered me the opportunity to surrender you to another family or your father, but I refused and I tried to run away with you, I was not going to lose you" she caressed my face by pausing. "I was caught, so I was convicted, but I was injured, so they had to wait" she sighed releasing all the tears contained. "Alura took care of you without regard who you were, your aunt loved you so much ..., the last time I saw you ... I made the decision, that you would leave with your father to Daxam, you would be raise there ... I don't regret it, because I know you've been happy, "she said hugging me tightly." Your hair was not blond. "She laughed as she caressed it while I denied it "Cadmus?" She asked, so I nodded. "I'm sorry, baby girl"
I smiled slightly as I closed my eyes, beginning to fall asleep in her arms.
She watched her little girl, staring at her thumb near her mouth, showing that she was quiet, which made her smile as she continued to cradle her, unable to believe that she had her again.
The moment she had seen her, she had knwn who she was, that look full of emotion contained, the same as she remembered of the two years old she had last seen back on Krypton, a fact that had helped to insist that she stayed with them that night, to know her even more.
She had heard how she had explained to Zale everything that had happened to her during these last months, which had broken her heart, for she could not bear that her daughter had suffered in this way.
"I adore you, little one" she kissed her forehead, laying her down on the bed, not wanting to leave, still caressing her hair." Rest, "she whispered, rising, happy to have her back after a long time.
Thanks for reading,
Ayrin