Mahou Tsukai Precure

Father's Love

Lian quite didn't know what to make of his daughter, standing in front of him, lip quivering, her eyes shimmering with tiny oceans. She was still so young. Not quite yet a third year.

And yet, his little girl was almost a third year, around her neck hung one of the most powerful, and most coveted relics in the world. A relic passed unknowingly through his family for at least a couple hundred years, to reach her. His little girl, one of the warriors spoken of in legends. A warrior he had seen with his own eyes fight with such vigor and strength.

And all the same she was his baby, standing in front of him about to burst into tears.

Lian stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her shaking body. Immediately she started sobbing into his chest, unintelligible cries welling up from her mouth. His heart ached with each fresh sob. He gently patted her back, unsure of what else to do. He had never been an affectionate type, his wife had enough of that for the both of them.

There wasn't anything he could do. He had kept this a secret from both his wife and other daughter, out of respect for Liko, although he suspected Liz wasn't completely oblivious. And the very thing that was causing her so much grief was the aftermath of a battle that they both had to thank for being alive. A battle that he was powerless in.

It had never crossed his mind that the legendary warriors whose destiny was foretold long before he was born, and would be retold long after he was dead would be so young. A story he had spent his entire life fascinated was fulfilled through his daughter.

And yet when he looked at her, no matter what clothes she wore, how her hair was styled, or what her wand looked like he knew her, he saw her, his daughter.

He could never quite reconcile the stories and ruins he studies so vigorously with the sobbing girl in his arms.

A girl who just a year ago was in remedial classes, because despite her top marks could not cast a simple spell with the legendary magicians.

A girl who struggled to make friends with someone who made friends, and became willing to fight for them.

A girl he fed by hand and whose diapers he changed with someone who mothered the inheritor of Rapapa's powers, a goddess.

A goddess who had disappeared, leaving his daughter separated from her closest friends for who knew how long. Possibly forever.

There was nothing he could tell her.

Liko's crying had turned to a slight whimper, and she pulled away. Her eyes were still wet but a small, hopeful smile pulled at her lips.

"What now?"

I decided to use Liko because that is technically her name. (and is easier to look at, fits with her families naming pattern). But Liko as a name still irks me. Oh well.