Ok, so I'm trying not to be as sappy, but I was just kind of in a sappy
mood when I wrote these, so forgive me, I'm trying to make them better!
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Years came and went. Amara had a son, Bryan Jr.; everything seemed ok, always. I had my little girl. She grew up so quickly. I knew that when she was eight, I had to let her go. I hated the thought of it, because she was already five. My little girl, I couldn't let her go. I understood why my mother wanted so much to be a part of my life. Bryan and Belle were playmates. They always looked so cute together, but I would have never tried to make them fall in love. Matchmaking wasn't my game anymore.
Yes, we still had sailor scout duties, and from time to time we would have bad villains and be gone for almost a week. But we always came home as soon as possible. Somehow, everything bad, never matter anymore. It was strange! Amara and Bryan still raced. Michael quit after Belle was born, but not those two, they'd always be daredevils, and they knew little Bryan was in safe hands. I finally was able to understand why, no matter what happened or where I went, the palace was my home. It was where I belonged.
Michael and I grew closer each day. It seemed so distant that there was a time that we had actually been apart, and no matter what happened our friendship, mine and Amara's and Bryan and Michael's, seemed to grow stronger also. And no matter where we went or what happened, we knew we could count on the other, and we knew that there we're welcoming arms at home. I found that with each year I grew wiser. I liked 22, it was a good age. It was my year to be myself and be happy, but it was my year to grow up.
We attended the party for Rini's 14th birthday. It was a marking point, she had finished her sailor scout training, and she was home. Teenagers will be teenagers, and we found that to be all too true. At first, it was a replay of another ball, everything was happy, except well the little kids playing in the garden were Bryan and Belle.
Amara and I were watching them, when we heard sounds from the bushes behind us, a giggle, then the words, "Oh Helios, stop." Amara cocked a brow and then turned to mad mode.
She flipped around and parted the bushes, "What do you two think you're doing?"
A wide-eyed Rini pushed Helios behind her, "Who, doing what?"
"You know. Princess, I'm here to protect you. I won't tell your mother or father about this. I just don't want you to get in trouble."
"It's just harmless kissing."
"For now, but what happens when it turns to more?"
"But it won't."
"How do you know? I can answer that, you don't. Good kids get in bad situations, take it from experience. I don't want you to get mixed up, like a friend of mine did."
Oh no, she'd brought me in this! Shute! Dang, did that mean she knew? Did she know about the baby I lost?
"Who was it? Do I know them?" Rini was all too curious.
"I'm not telling you anything. What I am telling you is that you need to be careful. You're a lot dumber then you think you are."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing offensive, just that you never really know what you're doing."
"Whatever."
She turned back around and sat down beside me. She looked lovingly at her little boy. "Imagine," she said.
"Imagine what?"
"It won't be long before our little ones are just like them, stupid, like we were."
"Yeah." I looked down. I couldn't look at her. I had been only a year older than Rini. Gosh, everything seemed so stupid. "But," I thought, "What if my baby, back then, had been Belle. All of the stupidity wouldn't have mattered. It was still Michael. It had always been Michael. I bet she doesn't even know about the baby or when I got pregnant with Belle."
"Michele," Amara spoke softly to me, "If you think I'm stupid enough, not to know these things, then you're just as dumb as you were back then."
"Shute," I mumbled. In the best and worst of times, Amara and I still had a mind link, like it or not.
"I know what you went through. I know the pain you had. Every thought, every feeling, we shared it."
I knew, I knew she knew, but it was so hard to face. When I hurt, she hurt. When she was sad, I was sad. When one was happy, so was the other. We shared thoughts and emotions. I hugged her tightly.
Years came and went. Amara had a son, Bryan Jr.; everything seemed ok, always. I had my little girl. She grew up so quickly. I knew that when she was eight, I had to let her go. I hated the thought of it, because she was already five. My little girl, I couldn't let her go. I understood why my mother wanted so much to be a part of my life. Bryan and Belle were playmates. They always looked so cute together, but I would have never tried to make them fall in love. Matchmaking wasn't my game anymore.
Yes, we still had sailor scout duties, and from time to time we would have bad villains and be gone for almost a week. But we always came home as soon as possible. Somehow, everything bad, never matter anymore. It was strange! Amara and Bryan still raced. Michael quit after Belle was born, but not those two, they'd always be daredevils, and they knew little Bryan was in safe hands. I finally was able to understand why, no matter what happened or where I went, the palace was my home. It was where I belonged.
Michael and I grew closer each day. It seemed so distant that there was a time that we had actually been apart, and no matter what happened our friendship, mine and Amara's and Bryan and Michael's, seemed to grow stronger also. And no matter where we went or what happened, we knew we could count on the other, and we knew that there we're welcoming arms at home. I found that with each year I grew wiser. I liked 22, it was a good age. It was my year to be myself and be happy, but it was my year to grow up.
We attended the party for Rini's 14th birthday. It was a marking point, she had finished her sailor scout training, and she was home. Teenagers will be teenagers, and we found that to be all too true. At first, it was a replay of another ball, everything was happy, except well the little kids playing in the garden were Bryan and Belle.
Amara and I were watching them, when we heard sounds from the bushes behind us, a giggle, then the words, "Oh Helios, stop." Amara cocked a brow and then turned to mad mode.
She flipped around and parted the bushes, "What do you two think you're doing?"
A wide-eyed Rini pushed Helios behind her, "Who, doing what?"
"You know. Princess, I'm here to protect you. I won't tell your mother or father about this. I just don't want you to get in trouble."
"It's just harmless kissing."
"For now, but what happens when it turns to more?"
"But it won't."
"How do you know? I can answer that, you don't. Good kids get in bad situations, take it from experience. I don't want you to get mixed up, like a friend of mine did."
Oh no, she'd brought me in this! Shute! Dang, did that mean she knew? Did she know about the baby I lost?
"Who was it? Do I know them?" Rini was all too curious.
"I'm not telling you anything. What I am telling you is that you need to be careful. You're a lot dumber then you think you are."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing offensive, just that you never really know what you're doing."
"Whatever."
She turned back around and sat down beside me. She looked lovingly at her little boy. "Imagine," she said.
"Imagine what?"
"It won't be long before our little ones are just like them, stupid, like we were."
"Yeah." I looked down. I couldn't look at her. I had been only a year older than Rini. Gosh, everything seemed so stupid. "But," I thought, "What if my baby, back then, had been Belle. All of the stupidity wouldn't have mattered. It was still Michael. It had always been Michael. I bet she doesn't even know about the baby or when I got pregnant with Belle."
"Michele," Amara spoke softly to me, "If you think I'm stupid enough, not to know these things, then you're just as dumb as you were back then."
"Shute," I mumbled. In the best and worst of times, Amara and I still had a mind link, like it or not.
"I know what you went through. I know the pain you had. Every thought, every feeling, we shared it."
I knew, I knew she knew, but it was so hard to face. When I hurt, she hurt. When she was sad, I was sad. When one was happy, so was the other. We shared thoughts and emotions. I hugged her tightly.