Randon slept two days straight much to the distress of almost everyone. When she did wake up, she followed Kure around like a young dierrah. Four days after her two day slumber, she remembered a memory. But she didn't receive it until after a tragedy struck.
"Kure! Kure!" A young voice cried. Randon was able to recognize it as Dameons, her son. Kure caught the small boy by the wrist before he slid across the marble floor. "What's wrong Dameon?" The little boy caught his breath. "Ty say I get you! Baby coming!"
Kure blinked a couple times. "And he wants me because..?" Dameon shrugged. "Ty wants you!" Kure sighed. "Alright, alright. You go find Krystal or someone and stay out of trouble. Come on Randon." Randon hurried after Kure as he flew down the hall. He went into Ty and Ailana's room, Randon following a couple seconds behind.
"What's wrong?" Kure asked Ty, who was pacing the room, his face pale. "Ailana is having the baby right now! A servant is with her...something is wrong. Kure, I'm scared." Kure ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "You sure you're not exaggerating? It's a natural process, Ty."
"Oh, and you would know from experience?" Ty challenged; Kure rolled his eyes. "Give me a break Ty, no. But look at Randon, she had three kids, and she's still alive."
Ty glanced at Randon, who was paying attention, but barley, she was looking off into space. "Not a great example at the moment Kure." Kure sighed again. "Now, just chill, stop pacing, and give me three reasons why you think something is wrong." The three of them sat on the edge of Ty and Ailana's sleepcouch.
Ty put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. "One, the baby is over due my six or sevens days. Two, Ailana swore she couldn't feel the baby move yesterday. Three, Ailana is sick. Here's a bonus, four, I can feel it Kure! Something is wrong!!" "Those arte all pretty lame Ty." Kure replied.
What did Ty mean something was wrong? Randon didn't understand. She understood that Ailana was having a baby, Krystal and Ailana herself had told her. They stayed with Ty for an hour, and then a servant came to them from the room adjacent to Ty and Ailana's. "Darth Ty," The servant had tears stained on her face.
"Kale, what happened?" Ty asked jumping up in alarm. "Darth Ailana would like to see you." Ty glanced at Kure and Randon. "Can you come with me?" he asked. He seemed so young, so insecure to Randon right then, like the little boy Dameon. "Of course Ty." Kure stood and put a comforting hand on Ty's shoulder.
Ty nodded his thanks and the three of them went into the smaller room. Inside Ailana was lying on a sleepcouch staring to the side, at the wall. Ty strode over to her and kneeled beside the bed. "Ailana…….?" Ailana turned her head to him and struggled to sit up. Ty got up and sat beside her, gathering her in his arms. Ailana leaned against him.
Something caught in Randons throat, and she began to back out of the room, but Kure was blocking the way and she almost bumped into him. She stopped and continued to watch feeling desperate and helpless. "She died. Ty. Our daughter, she died. My baby." Ailana had said all this evenly, but now, she burst into tears, clinging to Ty as if to keep herself up from drowning.
Ty seemed to be in a shock state, and he held Ailana tighter. Tears pricked Randons eyes; suddenly though, she was somewhere else, another time, another place.
Randon gave a sharp cry and almost strangled the servants hand off. The servant was crying in pain and fear of Randon. Randons breath came in gasps. "The baby is almost here mistress, one more push." Randon gritted her teeth and again strangled the servant's hand. A couple second later, the baby was there, but something was wrong, Randon could tell.
The servants were quietly whispering to one another. Randon pushed her hair from her face. The baby, where's the baby?" A servant came to her hesitantly and pushed her down. "Just sleep, mistress." Against her wishes, she did fall asleep. When she woke up, she saw DT leering over her. She blinked at him. "My dear sweet beautiful girl… do you know what you've done?" Randon didn't answer. "You killed her. You killed your daughter."
Randon drew in her breath. "No! I couldn't have, I didn't, your l, no I didn't, she, I…didn't even see her!" She was breathing fast and getting light headed. "Let me explain, my dear sweet beautiful girl. You killed her by allowing yourself to be bitten by that sharash." Randon was frozen in bed, and tears streamed down her face. "I didn't mean to, I didn't want that o happen I-" "You're a murder my dear sweet beautiful girl, again." She screamed.
She screamed again, and opened her eyes. She was back in the present, but no longer in Ty and Ailana's room. Now she was in the hall on her knees crying. Kure was sitting in front of her looking awkward. She looked up at him and he sighed with relief. She was still crying.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She cried. Kures relief was immediately replaced with alarm. "You didn't do anything Randon." "I killed her! I killed her!" Kure looked a bit confused. "Randon," he started gently. "The baby was dead when she was born; it's not your fault." "Yes! No, not this baby, MY Baby! I didn't mean to-" she broke out in new tears.
Kure seemed quite frazzled. "Your baby? How-you remember something?!" She didn't answer, just sank lower onto the floor. Kure scooped her up and took her to his room, and placed her on his bed. And that's where she stayed, for two weeks. Only eating when someone forced her, she fell into a deep depression. No other memory came, and she was just as lost as before.
After two weeks though, she got up and servants helped to freshen her up. Everyone was glad Randon was back up, and seemed to be better…or...so they thought. A week after her depression, she was in a small kitchen, sitting on a window seat looking out the window, Kure was standing against the wall.
Randon was watching the three children that she knew names for, Dameon, Fenla, and Cas run around. As she watched them play though, they suddenly disappeared and someone ran across her mind…
Darth Trilliniouse smiled at her. Randon kept her face down, she was uncomfortable being alone with her master in his quarters. "Yes master." "Come here, I want to talk to you." Randon slowly made her way to him. He was sitting on his sleepcouch and patted a place in front of him.
She sat down rigidly. "My girl, your so tense." his voice was strangely sweet, but Randon didn't trust him. He placed his large hands on her shoulders. Randon shuddered, and his hands automatically went to her neck. Randon gave a small gasp for air, and his grip loosened and he put his hands back on her shoulders. He began massaging her shoulders, she remained tense.
"From now on I will personally train you." At that, Randon loosened up slightly. Darth Trilliniouse slipped his hands down her arms. "You're my only female apprentice Randon, did you know that?" She shook her head lightly; his hands ran back up her arms. "Relax…lean on me." Something in his voice made Randon obey, even though she desperately wanted to run. His hands slowly removed her robe. She froze.
"You're a beautiful girl. My dear sweet beautiful girl…"
Randon was back in the present and she was breathing hard. She steadied herself against the wall, and tried to slower her breathing. She slid to the floor Kure was at her side in a moment. "Randon? What's wrong?" Randon looked up. "DT…DT is Jullians father. Jullian is my son." She murmured.
Kure nodded solemnly. Randon bit her lip, then burst out in tears. "Randon! It's ok, it wasn't your fault." Kure crouched next to her, sat slowly on the floor, and put an arm around her shoulders. Randon tried to stop crying; she held it in and tried to breath without shuddering.
She rested against Kures arm. "It's alright. You can cry if you want to." Kure whispered. Randon cried quietly, resting on Kure for support. Kure squeezed Randon's shoulder. "You'll be fine." Randon nodded. "I remembered… things…living with DT…it...it... She couldn't go on. Kure hugged Randon "Hush," He whispered.
Randon felt safe in his embrace, and felt something she hadn't felt in any of her memories.
Actually, just the opposite.