Mystic Memoir
One Year Later
A year had passed since the Gates had risen and cast a shadow over the land, both physically and metaphorically, and they were no closer to subduing the armies of the self-proclaimed Master.
With time, she had grown into her role as a warrior mage. There was little time left to doubt her capabilities, given the stakes…
She told herself it did not matter if at times, she felt her body was not her own, or if the Morphin Grid was puppeteering her body, because those contributed time and again to saving her life. She was already warring with forces of the darkness. She did not want to wage a war with herself, but the moments of the armour taking over her body during a battle decreased as she became more proficient as a fighter herself, due to subjecting herself to Lyon's rigorous training regimen.
Leanbow had objected when she had requested him to train her, and when she had won him over, he took it easy on her, which had led to a minor spite. The darkness will not let her take a breath in between to recover herself, nor would it play fair. She needed to be ready, which was why she had turned to Prince Lyon for advice.
He had not hesitated, and tutored her just like he had done for Leanbow and Neville.
Now, she could hold her own in a fight. She no longer needed to instantly morph whenever hidiacs attacked her, and could conserve her energies and magic for later.
She had yet to unlock her ancient mystic mode though. It was a useful transformation, not unlike morphing, but instead of using the power of the wand, it was by connecting herself to the Grid without the need for a conduit. Pure unadulterated power without any crutch, but it needed discipline to both unlock and maintain the form. Otherwise, all that power would burn away her body in a mere instant.
However, she was still proud of how far she had come as a warrior.
She hummed as she rocked Bowen in her arms. She treasured these fleeting moments she got to spend with him, before she inevitably got called away to battle, but she was grateful for them.
Leanbow got to come home even less. Ever since the sorceress of Rootcore perished, he was left the acting leader of the Mystic Force and in charge of devising strategies against the enemies. Whenever he wasn't on the field, he was in Rootcore or the Mystic Mother's dimension, devising strategies with Daggeron, Lyon and Niella.
She could hardly remember a time all three of them were home together.
Every time she saw Bowen, it felt like he had grown a lot.
Bowen was merely three weeks old, when the Gates arose, and now he was a year old…an entire year where his parents barely visited him.
She smiled at his sleeping face… blissful and ignorant of the world coming to ruins around him.
She hated the war, and she absolutely detested the fact she had to spend so much time away from her baby.
But it would all be worth it, she told herself as she had done a thousand times before.
Once it was over, she and Leanbow wouldn't spend a single second without him. They would watch him grow up in a world without war.
She kissed his forehead, wrapping him in her handcrafted blanket, before carefully placing him in the cradle.
The elven caretaker she and Niella had trusted to look after their babies, placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I know it is hard being away from him." She vowed. "But know that he is safe and protected."
"Thank you." Udonna whispered, just when the sound of crashing waves emitted from her wand in her satchel. She took it out to see the glowing emblem of the mermaid on top of the wand.
"Go." The elf said. "May magic be with you,"
Udonna gave her a nod, before snapping her fingers, and disappearing in a shower of blue sparks.