The Knocked-down Holiday Spectacular:
Remembrance Day

Before we begin with today's adventure, inquiring minds wanted to know the plot of my last adventure before someone changed it.

So, basically, my last adventure was supposed to be Mother's Day-centric, and I would be interacting with the previous generation of the Clawthornes, mainly Gwen. The day was to end with a parade, and Luz would intentionally cause problems by startling the animals.

"That was the only thing that Titan left in," I said, glaring at the troublemaker, "Right, kid?"

The current eight-year-old Titan sighed and nodded as he polished one of the items for the different stories I created over the years. Next to him, the eight-year-old Manny shook his head as he continued dusting.

Now with this quick Q&A out of the way, I need to get ready for the day.

I got up from my computer and went into my room. I exited after a few minutes in my Student Molly form. I wasn't wearing my Hexside uniform today. Instead, I wore purple leggings and black flats like Emira's. I also had a sleeveless blue dress with a short frilled skirt. Because I had become paranoid about my adventures in the Boiling Isles, I had a blue and purple sweater tied around my waist.

I fixed my glasses as I walked up to my door. I stopped and looked at the "knocked-down" spirits' babysitter.

"Keep Titan away from my computer at all costs," I told my character.

"You got it, boss," Drake Blacklight-Prime said and nodded.

I smiled slightly and turned to my door. I used my realm gate key on it and stepped into my own personal corner of The Owl House fandom.

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With a small sigh, I walked up to the house belonging to my girlfriend and her mother. I could feel my heart growing heavier with each step I took. I know what today was, and I was planning on being the for Skara, despite my own heavy heart given the day coming up in the real world.

Still, I steeled my nerves and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened, and I saw Skara's beautiful eyes.

Seeing my girlfriend would normally put me on cloud nine. Not today, not with tears threatening to fall at any moment. My heart ached from seeing Skara looking so sad, and I leaned in for a hug without a second thought.

"Oh, my poor singer," I said sadly, kissing her cheek.

Skara returned the hug, and I heard her sobbing soon after. I hugged her tighter and allowed her to work through her grief.

We stood like this for a few minutes, enjoying each other company. Soon, Skara's sobbing slowed, and I took that as a good sign. I slowly pulled away from her and offered her a small smile.

"Better?" I asked hopefully.

Skara hiccuped, which was super cute, by the way, and nodded. My smile grew a little as she took my hand and led me into her house.

Skara excused herself as she went to get something from her room, and I nodded. I looked around, and though this wasn't my first time in my girlfriend's home, I couldn't help but be awed by everything.

Skara's house was what one expected from a family of bards; musical items covered the place. I walked up to a silver harp in a case and frowned as I looked at the picture next to it.

If it weren't for the blonde hair, the woman in the picture would have been the splitting image of my girlfriend.

"Hey, Mrs. Siren," I said sadly, "How are you doing today?"

"I would like to think my darling harp player is doing good," I heard a voice say softly.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Nora Siren enter the room. The only thing Skara inherited from Nora was her hair and eyes. Otherwise, they shared very little physically, with Nora's peach skin and slightly higher cheekbones.

"Good day, Mrs. Siren," I said politely, "How are you feeling today?"

Nora's eyes suddenly became slightly heavier, and she joined me. She looked longingly at the picture of her late wife and sighed.

"I admit, this day never gets easier," she finally said, then looked at me with a grateful smile. "Thank you for being here for Skara today."

I gave the bard a small but sincere smile, and in turn, Nora put a hand on my shoulder. We heard a noise and looked as Skara came into the room. My girlfriend was holding a bouquet of black flowers, and I could see she had been crying again.

I walked up to her and hugged her, careful about the bouquet in her arms. Nora came over and wrapped both of us in a hug. We stayed like this for nearly five minutes before we all broke apart.

The three of us then silently exited the house and made our way to today's event.

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"Camila," Nora said when she spotted the human mother. "Good to you see you. How are you doing?"

The human beast-keeper smiled at the other mother and replied, "Managing."

Nora nodded and then looked at the girl at Camila's leg. I also looked at Luz, and my heart nearly broke; the usual energetic girl was wearing a sad expression that didn't work with her current "knocked-down" self.

I sighed and looked around. A lot of people were walking around the area, either talking with friends and family or just minding their own business. I saw that everyone was carrying black flowers.

I sighed again and looked at The Head, our current location. Today was Remembrance Day, the one day out of the year when the power from the Space Between seeps over to the living realm.

That means one of the cubes from that realm entered our world. Strangely, the cube turns into a stone pillar, and it doesn't have its usual power to see around the world. Instead, the object allowed one to see a loved one when their name was spoken.

"Well, have a good day," I heard Nora say, bringing me out of my head.

Camila nodded and then took Luz by the hand. The two humans wandered off the enjoy the rest of the day, and the Sirens and I made our way to the stone pillar.

I watched as my girlfriend put the flower in front of the pillar, and then I joined her as she stood up.

Skara grabbed my hand and squeezed it as we stared at the Remembrance Pillar. I put my head on my girlfriend's shoulder in a comforting gesture. I could feel Skara relax slightly, and I smiled.

My small gesture gave my girlfriend enough courage, and she spoke softly, " Tina Siren."

I watched as the name on the pillar glowed, and I looked at Skara. Her eye was glowing gold, and she was soon smiling sadly.

I suddenly felt magic wash over me and soon found myself in The Siren's living room. In front of me was Skara, about six-year-old, listening as her mama played her harp.

"Mommy?" Little Skara asked innocently. "Will I play as good as you?"

Tina stopped playing and looked at her daughter with a big smile. "No," she said playfully, causing Skara to frown, "You would be ten times better than me!"

Skara smiled broadly and rushed to her mother. Tina put her harp on the floor and opened her arms as Skara ran into her. Tina laughed alongside her daughter, and I smiled at this.

The happy memory didn't last long; Tina began to light cough, and Skara frowned. The older bard saw her daughter's shifting mood and tried to smile. I felt the smile was a little forced, and I realized this feeling was coming from my girlfriend.

I watched as the memories began to move at a rapid pace. I decided to break the connection by this point; these were Skara's memories, and I felt I shouldn't watch them without her permission.

So, I gently pulled my hand free and took two steps away from Skara. She didn't notice; Skara's lost in the memories of her late mother. With a sigh, I looked at the pillar and muttered my father's name.

My dad's name appeared on the pillar, and I felt the magic wash over me again. I soon found myself in my parent's garage and smiled in nostalgia as I looked at my dad's makeshift worktable.

"Hey, Bugger, came to see your old man work?" he asked me kindly.

My smile turned sad as I nodded and sat next to him. He began to explain the different fishing lores and how best to use them.

I might have spent hours in my memories if I didn't feel someone grabbed my side. I banished the magic from me and looked down.

I frowned when I saw Luz hugging my legs. She was silently crying, and her eyes were glowing gold.

I didn't need three guesses to figure that Luz had wandered off from Camila and found herself here. She must have triggered the pillar magic, and now, she was reliving the memories of her father.

I sighed lightly and gently leaned down. I gently hugged the "knocked-down" human and silently comforted her as she continued to remember her dad.

I looked at my father's name on the pillar and smiled sadly. "I love you, Dad. Happy Father's Day."

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Drake: Drake-Prime here; since my creator would be busy with the fallout from his adventure today, he tasked me with telling you a few details about this holiday.
The thing my creator wanted to do with this story was that Remembrance Day was about reliving both the good and bad memories of a departed loved one. That way, one could process the grief one feels when they remember their loved one.