Ok. The dream is still not over, this has a bit more in it. I hope you all likey. Their mom still hasn't forgotten them…
Mom
Chapter Eight
I drifted, for days and days, but I never got hungry or thirsty.
I just sat and watched the sun cross the sky, the moon hanging high in the sky.
I occupied myself with thinking.
About this.
This dream, if that's what you'd call it.
About Iggy.
My brother. It still hadn't sunk in totally yet.
About Fang.
Where were he and I going?
What was going to happen.
Were Iggy and I ever going to find our mom?
I knew our biological father wasn't a faerie, at least.
He was dead, killed himself when he found out my mother was a faerie.
You can't tell everything by a tattoo or blood…
Then I got to thinking.
When are they going to leave?
Are they gone now, leaving me in this dream state?
Are they leaving?
If they don't leave now, how long will they stay?
I finally got tired of pushing my brain around in circles, tangling it in the web of confusion even further.
I stared.
I stared at the stars.
I stared at the sun.
I stared at the fish that danced their sparkling circles beneath me.
I watched the water rise and fall, doing its endless duty.
Dolphins came up to me every once in a while, swimming around me in circles and talking their dolphin talk.
And then I noticed land.
It looked almost like the island I had left, except smaller and as I drifted closer I could see that it had huge palm trees rather than the dense jungle.
I drifted closer and closer, I noticed a person standing on the sand.
I swam, getting closer, and once I was close enough to stand up I stood, promptly falling because I hadn't used my legs in days.
The figure rushed toward me, running into the water to pick me up and haul me to the beach.
I wiped my eyes of the water, then took a good look at the figure.
The first thing I noticed was how perfect her green hair and light purple skin was. Wings spread behind her, purple, like mine.
I then noticed the tattoo on her cheek.
The same one as mine.
The same one as Iggy's.
She helped me to where she was standing earlier, a fire was burning brightly, warm.
I turned to her.
"Mom?" My sore throat cracked out, she winced at the noise.
Her voice was feather light and she turned to her side, pulling out a bottle.
"Here. Drink it."
I took the bottle and smelled it, it was foul, but I started to drink as she started talking.
"Yes, I am your mother. It's so good to see you. I would have come to you sooner but I had to settle for scrying, I have been trapped in here ever since I let your father know that I was a faerie."
Her voice was gentle as she gazed at me, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Then you know? About Itex?"
"Yes." She touched my face, her slim fingers gliding down my cheek, touching where my tattoo was hidden under the glamour. Her eyes went to my ears and a mournful look fell on her face. It must hurt to know that your child had been given away, and then genetically enhanced.
"And Iggy?"
"Yes, I know now."
She hugged me and started crying, holding me tight.
I hugged her hard, but there were no tears left, none to spare.
We sat there, huddled together, until well into the night.
She stood up, wiping the tears away. She scrubbed at the tear streaks.
"You better go home now. They're worried about you, Fi."
She walked over to a bowl and filled it with ocean water. She sprinkled dust in, saying something to give it its purpose. She walked over to me and asked, "Are you ready?"
I hugged her tight as I could, one last time, and stepped back.
She nodded and looked in my eyes, staring one last time.
She dumped the bowl over my head, I was filled instantly with warmth that melted away till I was numb. I started to disappear, feeling my body float away.
I said one last thing.
"Iggy and I love you!"
Then she was waving as I drifted high above the island, into the dark sky.
I snapped into my body, sweating.
I felt someone's arms on me and jolted, scared.
I heard Fang's voice next to me.
"Oh, my GOD! I thought you weren't ever coming back!!"
He hugged me hard and tears started falling, from both his face and mine.
He was still hugging me as he shouted for Max.
She came rushing in the door, holding Angel, eyes wide.
"She's awake?!" Max shouted down the stairs, "Come on, guys! She's awake!"
Fang was still hugging me when Angel jumped out of Max's arms and ran over to hug my legs tightly.
"I thought you left us again," she mumbled, the sound muffled. Max fell on the bed, a huge grin on her face.
Iggy swung around the corner, looking even better than before. He must have healed.
He gave me a huge hug, Fang in it too because he still hadn't let go.
The weepy girl was there, too, with Gazzy holding on to her hand. They both sat down next to Max and started laughing their heads off.
Fang let go of me, finally, and hurried out of the room, without letting anyone see his face.
Iggy was holding my arm, a grin spread across his face.
"Thanks, sis." He said, gratitude and happiness plain in his voice.
"How long was I out?" I asked, concerned.
"About a week and a half…." He stated, but there was something hidden there. Something.
"How is your side?"
He yanked up his shirt to show me that the stitches had been taken out and it was a thin, spidery scar now.
I touched it, the new skin was still shiny and pinkish red.
I pulled Iggy out of the room, closing the door behind us. Max and co. were still laughing hysterically. I guessed they were in shock or something like that.
Fang wasn't in the hallway so I started down it, to my workroom.
My brother followed my footsteps, a few feet down the hall.
I shut the door behind us so we could talk privately.