Mist You Mom: By Harry Leferts
She drifted through time, always there but unable to help. Sometimes she remembered that horrible moment, the screech of tires, the crunch of metal, the pain... the blood. Then the cold and darkness. How she was still here, like a ghost, she didn't know. Unable to be seen, unable to touch, unable to do anything. It was torture.
It was a gift.
It was Hell.
It was Heaven.
It was so many things at once it could get to be confusing. But still, she watched without eyes as her daughter and husband went through their lives. If she could have cried at the amount of pain they went through, she would have. And when her daughter was shoved into that locker was the first time she felt true rage. Screaming without sound, without lips, she joined her daughter in begging for something, anything, to happen.
And then... something did. Her daughter gained a strange sword which also called to her. Things became better, slowly. Her husband came out of his shell, their daughter made a new friend. Everything slowly brightened.
Then that horrible day when bombs went off throughout the city. Her husband, her Danny, died but was saved at the last moment by their daughter. But not without cost, like everything. Brain damage they called it. He was unable to remember the past few years and saw their daughter as her. The amount of tears she would have cried if she could have would have been uncountable. It only got worse as she saw her daughter torture herself by pretending to be her, for her husband's sake.
Shortly after that was the fight with the dragon and that demon, Ifrit. She could have sworn that she felt it pass her just before it appeared, as if it saw her and then dismissed her. But her daughter, in the end, triumphaned.
Thus, things continued. She drifted, she watched. But watching her daughter enter another fight, she wanted badly to be there for her.
D-d-do y (%*u?
Who's there?
D-Do )*%( be afraid. I am... frie-friend.
What are you?
D-Don't know. Weak... Heart sh-sh-s-shattered. Will, neaaaaarly gone. B-Bo-Boody only thing. K-Keys... shattered world... Heart that all come from and all return to. W-w-w-war... tri-tried to fight, but c-c-couldn't.
You sound like you're getting weaker... Wait, are you like that being? Ifrit?
Think... Remember... Far off memory like a scattered dream... But weak... Want help?
... How?
Have... Body... But Heart and Will... Weak... Shattered. Don't... Want to be... In Darkness. But you... Strong Will... Strong Heart... Join as one... I give body and what Heart I can, you give Will and Heart.
Will I be able to help my daughter?
Yes.
...
What ch-ch-choice? Don't have... Long...
Yes, I'll join with you, anything to protect my daughter.
Th-thank you...
Breathing heavily, Taylor had her hands on her knees as she looked to where the PRT was putting he captured gang members into vans. Glancing to the side, she frowned at the large dragon which seemed to be made out of mist. "Myst Dragon..." Turning, she blinked at the sight of Mog looking utterly confused. "How, Kupo? Was told that you were destroyed in the Keyblade War?"
Tilting her head, there was a slightly amused look on the dragon's face as she turned away from examining herself. "She was... I was? My, this is rather confusing." Shaking it off, she smiled in a way that caused Taylor's heart to ache due to how familiar it was. "Her Heart and Will were shattered by the War, I think. So... We made a deal and I gave her mine."
With a blink, Taylor took a step forward. "Why do I feel like I know you?"
Two awfully familiar eyes stared back at her before the dragon reached out and gently cupped her cheek. A bright smile was on her face, though Taylor didn't feel any fear. "Oh honey... You've become such a beautiful young woman."
For a brief moment, it seemed like Taylor's heart stopped beating as she recognized the voice finally, altered though it was by the magic. "M-mom?!"
Slowly, the dragon nodded.