So I listened to maybe half of this song as soon as Leopdarnose18 suggested it. The song is Hymn for the Missing by RED

Yeah, I totally didn't buy it immediately or anything... Well anyways, thanks to the name mention previously for the prompt! I had fun writing this one! And don't worry guys, I'm trying to write some of the prompts you've sent me. But I've got writers block on some. But they're coming, I promise!

Prompt: Jordan remembers his mother and everything that she did/tried to do for him.

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-Hymn for the Missing-

I tried to walk together

He remembered her eyes. He remembered how they had sparkled like the sky she always told him of. He remembered her smile, and how it was the only true light among the fire. He remembered her.

But the night was growing dark.

But yet he wished he had never met her. He wished she had left when he was a baby, too young to remember her.

Because now Jordan missed her more than ever.

Thought you were beside me,

But I reached and you were gone.

"Mom? Are you leaving?"

She turned at the sound of his voice and smiled. Jordan ran up to her, staring up with his white eyes. She kneeled down next to him, brushing her dark hair out of her eyes. "Don't worry, baby, I'll be back real soon okay?"

"But Mom, I don't want you to leave. It's scary out there! There are monsters!"

Sometimes I hear you calling

From some lost and distant shore.

"Now, now. What has your father been telling you this time?" she asked, smile falling slightly. Jordan looked down, kicking the uneven floor with his foot. "Nothing..."

I hear you crying softly for the way it was before.

He looks back up at her, then over his shoulder. After a moment he sprung into a hug. "Get me something?" he whispered, burying his chin in her shoulder.

"Of course."

Where are you now?

Jordan sat next to the light of the beacon, staring up at the sky. His lower lip trembled, but he bit it and took a deep breath. "No," he told himself, fists clenching. "Don't cry. She's gotta be alive. She wouldn't leave..."

Are you lost?

Jordan sat dutifully next to the portal, staring at the purple fumes swirling around the middle of it. He didn't know how much time had passed, seeing that time hardly passed in the Nether, but he knew his mom had been gone for longer than she should.

Will I find you again?

And suddenly the portal was disrupted. His mom stepped out and he instantly sprung up, tackling her in a hug. "Mom!"

"Hey, Jordan, I got something for you."

Jordan looked up at the blue beam, running his hand through the light. Maybe she would see it and come. Maybe he'd see her again.

Why did you go? I had to stay

He didn't know where she had gone, or if she was even alive, and it was driving him mad. He had no way of knowing if she was dead or alive. Even if she was, how would he find her?

Now I'm reaching for you.

He reached up, pulling out the long, onyx-colored chain she had always worn. At the end of it there were several arches and circles of the same metal, combined into a tangled but beautiful mess. It had been her favorite thing he had made for her.

Will you wait? Will you wait?

"Jordan? Jordan, where are you?!"

Jordan looked up and but his lip then looked back down at the rare metal in his hands. He couldn't show it to her, not after spending so many months on it. So far, he had the main piece made, but the chain was difficult. He couldn't' make the links attach to each other easily, and it was starting to get tedious. He had put his heart and soul into it and he didn't want her to see it before it was finished.

Will you wait? Will you wait?

Jordan held the metal piece up, eyes studying the curves and interloping swirls with pride. He metal glowed white-hot, but once it would cool it would turn into a blue, or so he hoped.

But now she would never wear the handmade pendant again. Jordan breathed a sigh through his nose and let the metal links fall onto his chest, hand going behind his head. He might have been 21, but he still wanted to see her.

Will I see you again?

The worst part was not knowing if she was alive or not, or even safe. It plagued his mind day in and day out, always lingering at the back of his thoughts. He just wanted to protect her, if she was even alive. She had always kept him safe.

Jordan sat on the cliff, watching the lava ocean below. He had always found it interesting, because the magma cubes had always hopped out of it. He hadn't ever tried to get down there, but he was sure he could do it.

You took it with you when you left

Jordan glanced around, making sure neither of his parents was around. His dad was somewhere in the fortress, most likely making sure no Overworld monsters had found their way inside. That wouldn't have been good. And his mom was most likely making dinner. Jordan had seen her bring some kind of orange-colored food out of the portal and he was curious about what it was.

These scars are just a trace

So with these thoughts in mind, he stood and turned back to the cliff, leaning over the edge. His eyes traced the path he had planned; making sure it would take him to the bottom. He grinned and swung a leg over the edge, then the other. After a few seconds he looked down and took a step to the small ledge, fingers gripping the bumpy Nether rack tightly. He went a few more paces down until he was about halfway to the lava.

Now it wanders lost and wounded

After another few minutes he found himself stuck without any more handholds. Jordan bit his lip and looked up the cliff, just now realizing how far it was to the top. He wouldn't be able to make it back up, but he couldn't swim either. Heartbeat picking up, he turned back to the bubbling lava below. He knew he wouldn't burn, he had played with fire many times before, but he also knew that he'd sink rather quickly.

So he did the one thing he could do: call out for help.

This heart that I misplaced

"Mom!" he shouted, voice cracking slightly. "Mom, Dad! Someone!"

His legs trembled and one of his feet slipped off. As he scrambled for purchase on the rock, his other foot slid and suddenly he was dangling over the lava, desperately trying to climb back up. "Mom!"

Suddenly there was a whoosh of air, and arms wrapped around his waist, picking him up. Jordan gasped and turned, wrapping his arms around his mother's neck. She sighed and tapped the air with her foot. The winds swirled again before kicking into a vortex and rocketing them back up to the cliff.

Where are you now?

When they landed, Jordan was shaking, hugging her as close as possible. "Jordan," she whispered, kneeling down, "Jordan it's okay. Everything's alright. It's okay, nothing's going to hurt you. Nobody will ever hurt you. Not when I have something to say about it."

She lifted his chin, blue eyes sparkling. "Don't cry, Jordan. Everything's going to be alright."

Where are you now?

"I'm sorry," Jordan whispered, covering his eyes with a hand. "I'm sorry I didn't try to look for you, Mom. I wish you were here."

But she was gone. She would never be coming back. He had lost her. He opened his eyes, falling onto his back. The leaves of the tree poked at his skin but he paid no mind; he was used to it, and he had every confidence that it would hold him up.

He stared up at the sky, fighting back the want and the years. It had been thirteen years since he had seen her. Thirteen.

"Dad, where's Mom?"

Are you lost?

Herobrine replied with a grunt, slapping a brick down on the hole a ghast had made a few hours ago.

"She hasn't been back for a few hours," Jordan continued, eyebrows creasing in worry. "She's usually back by now."

A shrug as another grunt. Jordan sat down in front of the portal, listening to the soft humming noises from the portal and the taps of the bricks being set back in place. Another hour or so passed, and Herobrine was just finishing the hole in the wall when Jordan stood and abruptly said, "I'm going to find her."

Herobrine liked up, white eyes narrowing. "No you aren't," he muttered, standing up. "You know to stay here."

"But what if she's in trouble?" The eight-year-old shot back, turning around to face his dad. "She might be hurt or something!"

Will I find you again?

Herobrine sighed and went over to him, setting a hand on his dark-haired head. "Look," he said, "I'm sure she's fine. Delora's a strong woman. Your mom will be alright, okay?"

But still, Jordan shook his head and turned back to the portal. "But something might have happened! She would have been back by now, Dad!"

A sigh, and suddenly Herobrine was going towards the portal. "Alright, alright. I'll go look for her. But you stay here, okay? She'd kill me if I let anything happen to you."

Jordan nodded and sat back down, watching as his father disappeared into the purple swirls.

Are you alone?

Jordan took a ragged breath, once again blinking back the tears. Maybe she was up there, watching him wonder and worry and mourn. "Are you proud of me?" he whispered, furiously wiping away a tear streaming down his cheek. "Mom?"

"Mom, are you proud of me yet?"

Are you afraid?

Jordan sat there for hours, drawing stick figures in the dirt. His dad had yet to return, and his mom was still nowhere to be seen. Maybe the monsters of the Overworld had gotten him, too. He swallowed and sniffed, blinking back the tears. "Don't cry," he whispered to himself, "Everything will be alright."

There was a fizzling sound, and Herobrine stepped out of the portal. Jordan jumped to his feet, heart dropping to his stomach when he didn't see his mom. "Mom? Dad, where's Mom?"

Herobrine looked down, for once unable to meet his son's eyes. "Jordan. I need to tell you something."

Are you searching for me?

"Mom!" Jordan ran forward, swallowing against the lump in his throat. "What's wrong? Where's mom?"

Silently, Herobrine held out a hand. He opened his palm, and a chain that was supposed to be dark blue swung down. "I am sorry, Jordan…"

"Mom?" Jordan whispered, taking the metal pendant out of his father's hand. "Wh-where is she?"

Herobrine took out a folded piece of paper and gave it to him. "She's gone, Jordan. I'm sorry."

Why did you go? I had to stay.

That was the moment Jordan saw his dad change. That moment, as he took the slip of paper, something in Herobrine's eyes changed. They seemed to grow cold, burning brighter. Without another word, he had pushed past Jordan and walked away.

Jordan ran his thumb over the metal, once again trying to swallow down the sobs. He can't cry. He can't. "Mom, I'm sorry. I should have gone out looking for you when I first started to… I-I'm so sorry."

There was nobody to listen to besides the wind and the stars. He was alone. With fumbling hands Jordan took out the old yellowing piece of paper, carefully unfolding it.

Now I'm reaching for you

"Dear Jordan, this is your mother. I'm sorry, baby, but these may be my last words from me. Don't cry, okay? Trust me; everything's going to be alright. I might not be there, but everything will be alright. I need you to take a deep breath and count to ten. When you read this, well, it means I won't be around anymore. Be it death or capture, I won't see you again. Listen; once I'm gone you need to stay strong. Your father will be worse off than you are right now, and I need you to understand that. Stay strong, Jordan, okay? Make me proud. I know you can get through anything. You're so strong, my baby boy. Stay strong, make me and your father proud. Love, Mom."

Will you wait? Will you wait?

"A-are you proud of me yet?" Jordan whispered to the sky. The wind howled, as if answering for his mom. She always had a strange connection to the air element.

"Are you, Mom?"

Will I see you again?