Irma's Tale
By Lost Prince
Disclaimer: I don't own W.I.T.C.H
Chapter 3 : Her Past
'Doctor Michel Jade said:
...If we wanted to talk about Irma's childhood, we can divide it into two parts. When she lived in heatherfield before the raid, and when she moved to Arkhanta afterwards. And although there is a big difference in the life style and the class of people between a countryside village and the capital of wealth, people of both areas had a similarity to Irma, they treated her like a demon, wishing for her death. But in both areas, Irma proved, just like her parents, that the Lair family doesn't bow down to threats, and that they have an inner strength like I have never seen in anybody else.'
It was 13th of the month of the moon, 500 DD. The local doctor of Heatherfield was in the Lair house in the middle of the night. The sound of the crying baby was heard in a few minutes, and it was the most musical thing both Tom and Sarah had ever heard. "It's a healthy girl, congratulations", the skinny black doctor said, handing the now clean and crying baby to the mother.
Tom lair was in his late twenties, well built and of average height, has fair complexion, with short brown hair, and blue eyes. He was a high-ranking colonel in the army, and after the retirement of the old trainers, he became the new trainer of the knights in Arkhanta. At the moment, he was standing near a bed in the middle of his living room, where his wife, Sarah was lying.
Sarah was a beautiful woman, her age near her husband, being only younger by one year. She was of average height and built, her skin is a little bit tanned, with wavy black hair, and emerald green eyes. She used to be a knight of Arkhanta, and a strong one too, one of the few that used the 'water dance' style. After she married and got pregnant, she resigned from her risky job, and settled for a quite life in her hometown Heatherfield to raise her baby.
At this moment, tears of joy came running down, and even though she was exhausted, she reached out to hold her baby. The sound of her baby and the feeling on her shoulder where her husband was squeezing her affectionately filled her with such great joy and happiness. She looked at the face of the now quiet and sleeping girl in her arms "Hello Baby." Tom knelt down a little to get a better look at his daughter "This time I will let it slip, but no daughter of mine comes home after sunset." He said playfully, and then he added "She looks so pretty Sarah".
Both parents kept staring at her for a moment then her dad said while squeezing her mother's hand affectionately once again, "She's got your nose you know."
The mom said while stroking her child's head, "And she got your hair color dear."
Her husband grinned broadly at that "You know my mom used to say that the hair color determine the personality."
Sarah cocked an eyebrow at him "Meaning?"
Tom turned to her with a cocky expression on his face "She's gonna grow up to be just like daddy, strong, smart and handsome."
She snorted "Let's hope she won't take your ego too, you have enough to cover for the whole kingdom you know".
"Oh, what an adorable little girl." Said an old lady to the happy couple as she approached them. She was one of the neighbours that heard the call for the doctor earlier and came to offer some help. The old lady turned to them "Have you decided what to name her yet?"
"Thank you Mrs. Cole, to tell you the truth, we still haven't settled on a name just yet." Replied Sarah, she was going to say some more but her attention shifted to what Tom was saying, "Oh honey, just look at how she moves." The baby was moving a little in her mother's arm and something on the side of her neck caught her eyes.
"What is this on her neck dear?" Sarah asked.
"Oh, that is just a birthmark Mrs. Lair, A lot of kids get them, nothing to be afraid of." Said the bald doctor as he reentered the room drying his hands with some cloth.
A sigh of relief escaped both parents and were filled once again with the feelings of happiness, then Mrs. Cole said "That is a strange looking birth mark." She then added as she moved her hand on the birthmark examining it "It almost looks like a ..."
Her face suddenly turned to a mask of fear and she let out a piercing shriek as she withdrew her hand as if burned, she started to stumble backwards, "Sh-She's the demon from the prophecy." She took another step backwards and fell on her elbow with a sickining crack, and she howled in pain.
"Mrs. Cole" The doctor said as he rushed to her side and started to examine her arm, but she pushed him with her other arm screaming, "LOOK AT WHAT SHE DID TO ME, KILL HER, KILL THAT DEMON".
Sarah gasped and embraced her daughter protectively as the baby started crying. Tom shouted in rage, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT."
The old woman looked hysterically at the gathered people behind her and said "Sh-She is the demon from the prophecy, the birthmark, it's a snake's head, a snake's head is on her neck."
A collective gasp was heard from the group, then the old lady turned her face to the baby and pointed an accusing shaking finger towards her "She broke my arm the minute she was born, she is a bad omen to all this kingdom, we have to kill this demon while we can, before it is too late".
"GET OUT OF HERE" Tom thundered his face a mask of fury and rage "GET THE HELL OUT YOU CRAZY OLD WOMAN." Then he turned his gaze to the other people, who gathered around Mrs. Cole holding her while glaring at the Lair family with hatred and loath, one of the men shouted, "You know that we must kill that cursed child".
Just as the man finished his sentence, two hands grabbed him from the collar of his shirt and slammed into the wall behind him, then Tom brought the man's face to his, the tip of their noses touching and hissed through clenched teeth "Say it again, I dare you."
The man couldn't keep eye contact out of fear, and the second his gaze shifted, he was slammed again in the wall, Tom shouted, "LOOK ME IN THE EYE WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU".
Tom then shoved the man to the left near Mrs. Cole and looked at the gathered people, and said in low voice "If any of you dare as to touch a hair of my daughter, I swear to god, that'll be the last thing you'll ever do".
He kept his glare on them, daring anyone to challenge him and test his word, and when they kept silent, he went to the door and opened it. "Now that you don't have anything else to say, I would like you all out".
One by one, they all exited the house, giving Tom the same look of loath from before, to which he answered with a glare of his own.
Mrs. Cole went out mumbling incoherent stuff and was followed by the man, who was rubbing his neck from before with his hand, and as he got near Tom he looked at him and said in a low voice "This isn't over."
Tom narrowed his eyes in response and replied, "Get out of my sight." After the last of the group left, Tom closed the door and returned to his small family and the doctor who stayed behind collecting his tools.
Tom took a glance at his now sleeping baby girl and the face of his wife. His features softened immediately, he closed his eyes and gave a deep sigh. He then sat on the mattress beside his wife and warped his arm around her , his right hand squeezing her right arm as he kissed her head gently and rested the side of his head on hers, "I'm sorry you had to see that." Then he turned his eyes to his daughter, "Both of you".
He closed his eyes again and gave another loud sigh. "It's just what they said, it...". Sarah had put the sleeping baby in her lap, and interrupted her husband's speech by placing a finger on his lips.
She locked her emerald eyes with his blue ones, her eyes shining with love and understanding, she said in a gentle tone. "They got what they deserved, you didn't do anything wrong." She then gave a small chuckle "If I wasn't this tired, I would've kicked them all out myself, maybe even give that bastard a permanent scar."
Tom shook his head a little, a small smile forming on his lips. "How do you always do that?"
She raised her head up a little and said with a smug "I guess I'm just that awesome."
This earned a small laugh from the couple; she then placed her hand on his cheek and added softly, "You did the right thing dear".
"I have to agree with your wife, Tom." The doctor's voice suddenly cut through, reminding the couple of his presence, and when he got their attention he continued "Anything less and I think they were really going to try and kill your baby."
Tom replied, "Like I would allow that, Doc."
The old man shook his head "No one who values his life would cross Colonel Lair, or Sarah, the sword dancer for that matter." Then he closed his eyes and added quietly, "at least no one in their right mind".
Sarah looked at him quizzically, "What do you mean?"
He gave a small sigh and stood in front of them. "Mrs. Cole and that young man were acting out of irrational fear, they suffered a lot from the last war. The father of that man and Mrs. Cole are the sole survivors of their respected families, and from that time, they have kept the whole village prepared for the demon's return. And now with the destruction of the cave two weeks ago, and the prophecy hanging on every wall, they are more than a little jumpy right now. Scared people tend to see what they fear everywhere".
Sarah replied, "How can anybody see her as a demon? Just look at her, look at how she is sleeping." She then collected her baby to her chest and kissed her on the head gently. "She is but an innocent newborn, what sin did she commit to deserve such a thing?" It was a statement more than a question, but the doctor answered in low voice, "Her birthmark labeled her as such".
Tom looked annoyed at him and said, "Come on doc, get real. It's just an oval patch of dark skin."
The doctor said calmly "An oval dark patch with two rounded pale ones that resembles two eyes." Tom quickly replied, "So? I mean it could be anything. To me it looks more like a bird's head rather than a snake".
The doctor chuckled, "I agree with you completely, but it's not just the birthmark, she came to the world on the worst possible time for her, with everything that's going around, it kind of leads the people to that direction, with the prophecy and all."
Tom put his hands over his head frustrated. "But even though, a birthmark isn't a trait." The doctor replied, "I know but it's them you need to convince".
The doctor then took his bag. "I have to go now and see Mrs. Cole. She did fell pretty hard on her elbow." He turned his black eyes to Sarah and smiled, "Don't let any of this get to you Mrs. Lair. You have a healthy and beautiful baby, and this is a fact."
She smiled back and wiped a tear from her eye. "Thank you Doctor Jade." The doctor nodded his head and Tom walked him to the door.
Once there, Tom faced the old man, "Thank you Mike, for everything you did. It means a lot."
The doctor gave a small laugh. "You know I'm not worried on you or your baby, you'll do fine. I'm worried on how busy I'll be with likes of Mrs. Cole, making everything the curse's fault and filling my clinic."
Tom gave a chuckle "This will give you good business; I should demand a percent you know".
After the doctor left, Tom returned to his wife and they started to discuss things through, and they settled that once Sarah feels good enough, they will move back to Arkhanta. But when Tom went there to his work the next week, he saw the situation there is even worse, and in the end, he and Sarah decided to stay in Heatherfield.
The villagers at first tried to convince the Lairs about their daughter and that she must be killed or at least leave the village, to which Sarah refused both offers saying, "This is my hometown and nothing you can do that can make me leave."
After that the elderly -led by Mrs. Cole- and with the rest of the village following in their footsteps, started to fight the Lair and make them outcasts.
As the time pass, the villagers started to have a little doubt in the words of the elderly, especially that concerning death and destruction that follows the demon, and they started to open up to the Lair family a little. But of course every bad thing that happens to the village like delay of the rain or somebody being robbed is the demon's fault.
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By the age of four, Irma, which is the name of the baby her parents picked for her. They named her after a local myth of a sea goddess- had noticed how she was treated differently by the villagers than the rest of the kids her age, she also learned from the other kids what is the meaning of 'demon' that she was usually called by the elderly. They told her it means bad luck and death to everyone around her.
Even with all of this going on around her, Irma grew up to be a happy little girl, and why wouldn't she? She had a loving mother that gave Irma her full attention, and a caring father who makes her feel special in every way.
Most of her time is spent with her mother, since her father works away and only comes home at the weekends, in which the whole family gets to sit together, play, talk, and do various other stuff.
One of the best things that happened when dad is around, is that Irma gets to put her hard work trap into action, and hope that dear daddy falls into it. Her mother had noticed that her daughter had a mischief personality. And since she is a good mom, she didn't want to suppress Irma's personality, or limit her creativity for that matter too. So mom would always help little Irma in creating various pranks -or daddy traps as Irma calls them- for Tom. Sometimes Sarah would even pull the man into one of them.
Usually Tom easily avoids the said traps, which are either a bucket full of mud or a flour bomb, but when he falls into one, this always result in a laughing fit for mom, Irma stares at her father for a moment then she starts jumping in front of her mom. "Did you see it mommy? I got him, daddy fell into my trap." Which makes dad yell at them and ground Irma. Irma in response fakes crying and pouts her lips, and mom who usually would still be laughing, comes to the rescue and saves Irma from an unfair punishment. Of course Tom would feel guilty for yelling at them, and to show how sorry he is, he collects them in a big hug, earning a squeal from the girls and few hits in the arm, then they would all clean up and have dinner and quality time together.
Then comes the other best thing that happens in the weekends, Irma gets to see a spar match between her parents. They would all go first thing in the morning to a big open area, a base of a hill near the house, for they wouldn't want to ruin their nice garden with their play, and Irma would take her place, watching them from above.
Her parents would take their places, do a small bow to each other, and then they would take their fighting stances, and look at Irma waiting for her to give the signal to start. Irma would look at both of her parents, excitement shining in her eyes, and then she would take a deep breath "Ready? GO".
It would usually start with her mother throwing magical ice bolts, her dad dodging few, shattering the others with his sword. Then he would retaliate with an upward strike followed by a downward slash sending two white crescent energy shots to his wife, to which she nimbly dodges, do a somersault, and finish it with a strike with her two daggers aimed at his head.
But as usual, he deflects it with ease, and starts his assault of strong thrusts and slashes with his broad sword. Even though his sword work is quite fast, he couldn't land a single strike, for his wife dodged them all and took a few steps back, gaining some distance, and once again send some ice bolts at him.
They would go on like this for some time exchanging blows, till Sarah would do some rapid jumps backwards, putting a lot of distance between them. She then closes her eyes and lowers her head. A faint blue glow starts to surround her.
She then raises her head, a glee in her eyes and big grin makes its way on her face "Are you ready to dance dear?" Tom readies himself and takes his stance and replays with a smirk "Bring it on honey." Irma took a few steps down, to get a better view, for this is the climax of the spar.
Like a shooting arrow, Sarah sprints towards him. Tom sends a few crescent shots at her. She dodges them with ease and increase the speed of her sprint. Once he becomes within her reach, she slashes at him with her right in a diagonal arch from below. Tom tries to block her slash and counter, but against a blow using that high speed, all he could do was parry it to his right.
Sarah, not even stopping for a second, side stepped around him, span on her in an anticlockwise manner, doing a swift slash with her left. This time, Tom deflected her attack back, but before he could retaliate, Sarah span around, but this time it was clockwise direction, and slashed with her right, to which he parried.
Every time Tom blocked one her slashes, she spun around and slashed him with the other dagger, increasing her speed with every spin she did. They fought like that for awhile, Sarah increasing her attacks, and Tom defending with great skill.
No matter how many times Irma saw her parents spar, with their rapid movement and the clang of her father's sword against her mother's ice daggers filling the air, it always gets Irma excited every time, makes her feel proud, wishing she would be like them when she grows up. She would stare at them in awe till the end of the match.
Then suddenly, Tom grabbed her right hand with his left, made her do a spin on herself, a second spin, bended foreword and held his arm in front of him as Sarah let herself fall on his arm, as if they were ending a dance.
She looked at him, and although she was panting heavily, a small smile found its way on her now red face. Tom's face held something else, he did had a look of affection and love, but he also had a huge grin and his eyes held that mischief glee in them, he wasn't panting as heavily as his wife and that is something he would tease her about to no end.
Both of them were drenched with their sweat, feeling proud, but also tired and sore from the effort they had put in this little spar they had. To them, it wasn't only a training, it was their unique way of romance and bonding, and as a bonus, it served as a reminder to the villagers of their skill and strength.
Irma run down the hill to her parents, hugging them and shouting how great this was, doing some moves she saw them do, and both adults started laughing at the enthusiasm of their little girl. There is another reason for Irma to be this excited.
Yesterday, Sarah had promised Irma to start home schooling her after two months, along with some sword and magic lessons, and from that moment and Irma excitement only grew, to the point where she wouldn't sleep from her excitement, to which Sarah decided to start teaching her tomorrow in the afternoon -which would be a few hours from now. This made Tom a little bit sad, since he was hoping for Irma to follow his lead, but with him away at work most of the week, there was little he could do.
As promised in the afternoon, Sarah took her daughter to the same hill from before, carrying with her some books, pens and a small cup. They were sitting under a tree and Sarah had decided against all of Irma's protests to start teaching her alphabets and numbers first.
After awhile, Sarah couldn't help but smile when she saw the eagerness her daughter's face was showing, not to mention how fast she copied her lesson for today, even if it was done in a hurried and clumsy manner.
Not to torture her daughter any longer, Sarah decided to begin the next part of her teaching "Irma honey, look here. What I'm about to tell you is very important, so pay attention." Irma nodded her head in response, after that her mother continued in a story like fashion while holding the clay cup in one hand, running the index of her right hand on its rim.
"The ninja call it chakra, the summoners call it spirit power, your father calls it sword skill, but I call it ... magic." And with the last word, her right hand began to glow a slight colour of blue, and from the tip of her index finger, water came out filling the small cup. Irma's face was that of amazement, it was her first time seeing magic this close and all she could say in response was "Wow".
Sarah then held her hand in front of Irma's face, "Now for you to do magic, you need two things." She then took out her one of her daggers, showing Irma the blue sapphire that decorated its hilt, "First, you need to have what we call an energy releaser, something that will release the energy from within you to the outside world. Gems let you use elemental magic like ice or fire, while as metals let you use enhancement and energy skills, the things you see your father does with his sword".
She returned the dagger to its cover, crouched so that she is at the same level as her daughter and flicked her on the forehead, to which Irma responded by an, "Ouch, what's that for ?" rubbing her forehead and scowling. Her mother smiled innocently, "Just making sure you're still with me, you had a faraway look there for a second, now pay attention".
Irma, still scowling and rubbing, nodded her head. Sarah then continued "Secondly, and the most important, you have to train, train and train. Training will increase the limit of your magical energy, make you do the spells faster and stronger. And if you train long enough, you may not need an energy releaser, although it would make things much easier."
Sarah then brought the water filled cup, "Your first lesson in magic will be to freeze this water. It is much easier to freeze water than make it out of water vapor in the air".
"Now, all you have to do is". Sarah put a small rounded sapphire in Irma's left hand, then she took Irma's right index and dipped it into the cup. "Concentrate your thinking on changing this water into ice, imagine it freezing, turning from liquid to solid, all the while holding that sapphire in your hand." She instructed her daughter.
Irma closed her hand around the sapphire, closed her eyes and concentrated hard. After some time, which seemed like eternity for little Irma, she felt a pulse of energy from her heart, runs through her veins and out through her right index.
She opened her eyes, a big smile forming on her face, replacing the look of concentration. And as big and fast her smile was formed, it changed back into a scowl yet again, but this time, it was focused on the thin ice layer that formed just around her finger, and as soon as she lifted her finger from the cup, it melted.
Sarah commented, "That was very good for your first time."
Irma didn't look quite happy with her work, she crossed her arms in front of chest and pouted. "But I concentrated really really hard, for a long time too, and all I made is this tiny icy...uh...thingy, and it melted really fast." She explained to her mother.
Sarah raised an eye brow. "Well what did you expect? That you're gonna make it from the first time?"
Irma responded, "Well, yeah." Then she added in a low voice, "I really tried."
Her mother closed the space between them, locked Irma's neck in one arm and with the other arm, she ruffled hair. "You weren't paying attention, were you? What did I say number two was, huh?" "He-Hey, stop it mom." "The most important thing is?" and Irma said with laughter in her voice "Training, you said training." Her mother then broke her hold. "That's right, training makes wonders".
Irma then asked her mother, "How did you do in your first try?"
Sarah raised her head high and said in a cocky manner, "Bff, I was the best student my teacher had and the source of his pride. I was fifteen and from my first try I froze a whole lake."
Irma laughed and said in singing manner, "I can tell your lying". Then she added with a knowing look, "You were a bad student, weren't you?"
Sarah smirked in response, "The worst ever. My teacher always said that I won't ever be able to do magic, but with daily training, I became the best." Irma laughed again and Sarah waved her right, "Okay, okay, so I wasn't the best, but I became real good at it because I trained, trained and trained".
Her mother then clapped her hands, "Okay now, breaks time is over. You will do it again and I will help as much as I can. Hopefully, you'll be able to freeze the whole cup before sunset, so that tomorrow, we can give you some basic sword training".
And just a little before sunset, Irma managed to complete her first lesson. The sword training in the next day turned out to be some endurance and speed training. "You need to shape your body first." Was her mother's replay when Irma whined about not even touching a sword, but none the less, she finished her training for the day.
The next day would be somewhat similar to this. The early morning would be spent in the sword training, return home and start working on a new 'Daddy Trap' with the help of mom, after finishing her book lessons of course. In the afternoon some magic training and her day would end with a nice story before sleep.
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Days turned into months, and just like that, Irma now is a little above five years old. Her magic is a little better now and her mother gave her a silver trinket, her new training is to keep it glowing for the longest duration. Her father is now a part of her training program in the weekends, and he started giving her some sword lessons with basic moves to train on the whole week.
It was in one of those days were her father had just finished training Irma, he was sitting in a shade of a big tree in their garden, he stared at his daughter for a moment, taking in her features.
Her wavy short brown hair bouncing with her movement as she imitated a move her mother used in their spars. She then moved her tan face and her turquoise eyes locked with his blue ones, and her face broke in a huge grin. He smiled back at her and she went to the house to get something. "Probably to change into her light blue shirt and dark blue pants that she became fond of lately." He thought to himself, and then he stared at the sky, a faraway look in his eyes.
His wife came and quietly sat beside him, leaning against the tree. She then brought her hand over his and gave it an affectionate squeeze. He turned to face her, noticing behind her smiling face, the concern her eyes held for him. He gave her a smile of his own.
"Hey". She greeted him, breaking the silence, "What's wrong?" To which he replied "Hmm? Oh, it's nothing."
"It's been awhile since I saw you like this, what are thinking about dear?"
Tom gave a sigh and closed his eyes, "I was just thinking about something my mom said and how wrong it turned out."
Sarah tilted her head a little, "What are you talking about?"
He gave another sigh. He then opened his eyes "It's about Irma." He said quietly.
She asked alarmed, "What about Irma?" Concern written all over her face.
He turned, so that he was sitting in front of her and he put his hands over her shoulders. His eyes looked with her, "She didn't grow up to be like me".
"Huh? What?" Was her confused reply.
He dropped his hands and whined, "You know, the thing about the hair color and personality. Well none of came true and she grew out to be a mini you".
He watched with amusement as her face flushed and played all kinds of different emotions. She hit his arm a number of times, "Tom you jerk. Do you know much I was worried?" Then she crossed her arms over her chest and gave him her back, "Don't you ever do that again. Do you hear me Tom Lair?"
In response, he laughed wholeheartedly, "Y-You should've seen your face Sarah. It was hilarious".
She moved her head to the right "Jerk".
Tom was still laughing a bit, he put a hand over her shoulder, "Oh come on honey, you go to admit. It was really good".
Moving her head to the other side, her only response "Idiot".
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry honey, alright? I won't do it again. Promise." Though there was still laughter in his voice and he knew, as well as she, that he would do it again whenever he could.
She turned around, "You're sleeping on the couch tonight, dear." Giving him a jab in the chest with the last word.
A knowing smirk came to his face, "Maybe if you take out your anger in a spar, you would feel better." Then he added "After all, we didn't have a spar for two weeks now and I kind of feel, you know, uh, way lazy for my taste".
His smirk fell and was replaced by confusion when she answered him, "Nope, it wouldn't be fair".
Tom didn't understand, but he tried another tactic and said in a cocky manner, "Don't tell me you're afraid of losing to my greatness and awesomeness. It's understandable and I promise to go easy on you".
"Ha, you wish. I can beat you with my eyes closed." Was her fast replay.
His smirk grew, a mischief look in his eyes "Care to prove that in a spar?"
His wife closed her eyes "Not today Tom. I told you before, two on one is not fair".
This caught Tom off guard, he looked at her as if she had grown another head. "Huh, What are you talking about?"
It was in that moment that Irma came out of the house, wearing her clean outfit. Tom turned his head towards his daughter, then he faced his wife, "Irma can't join in yet".
Upon the mention of her name, Irma raised her head. "What is it dad?"
Sarah, eyes still closed, the beginning of a smile forming on her lips, "I'm not talking about Irma".
She then opened her eyes and greeted his confused look with a warm smile, "I'm pregnant".
It took a moment for her words to sink in, and then Tom's face was radiating happiness. He rushed to his wife, embracing her in loving hug, "Oh honey, that's wonderful." Then he held her at an arm length "You are sure, right?" " Yes, I'm sure. Probably in the second month now." They hugged again and kissed.
Irma was looking between her parents, "Dad what's going on? What does pegnant mean?" Both of them laughed "It means mommy is going to have a baby". Explained her mother.
Irma was now more confused than before, "A baby?" "I'm thinking of Christopher if it's a boy, Cristina if it's girl. What do you think honey?" Tom asked his wife.
Sarah turned to him, with a smirk, "I think you're still gonna sleep on the couch, dear." Then she turned to her daughter, "Come on sweetheart, let's get inside." Tom looked at their retreating backs, "I said I was sorry, didn't I?"
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A/N : My thanks to all of the readers, especially who left me a review : XV-Dragon. You have my gratitude.
Another thanks to my friends for their support.
Lastly, I would like to thank 'Girl of Light Writer' for betareading this chapter.
Sorry for the long, long delay. I will try to speed up the work a little bit. Though this turned out to be much harder than I first thought it would, but I think it turned out pretty nice. It's my first time at romance and at a real action scene (hope you find it as good as I did).
Of course Mrs. Cole, Dr. Jade and Sara are my own creation, (as well as the water dance style, I don't think there is a sword style by that name, is there?).
Irma, in the comics, doesn't remember (or know) anything about her real mother except for the smell of her cake that she bakes (cinnamon I think). There is not even a mention of her name.
Now I now Irma may seem OOC in this chapter at first but she is 4-5 years old, and I think that's how she would've done in those circumstances. Anybody agree ?
Oh and I hope you liked how magic works in this universe, just a thing that had been playing with my mind, can't remember where I saw stuff like this (I think it's in more than one show, but the nearest thing that comes to my mind is FF 7, how they cast magic if they hold these gems (material I think).
Anyway the next chapter shouldn't take as long as this one did. Leave a review please. Thanks.