Northstar Vale There’s So[M]ething Going on and It’s Happening Now

Her mind had been in a permanent fog, her emotions slowly leaching away from the once vibrant flower as the days pushed on. Maybe the only reason she was still alive was hope, maybe she was just imagining the world around her. A sigh escaped the woman as the months grew long and lonely, she had been happy that her husband was still alive and yet now dread filled her head. It had been a month, maybe more, since she had heard word about him. Had she dreamed that up? Everyday she watched their child growl, his baby blue eyes no longer there but replaced with a resemblance of what they would darken into. A perfect mix, a beautiful dual color. One eye was her color and the other his, no doubting that he was her husband's now.

He was a strong child, definitely Yuudai's and yet he had never seen the man's face. It was his nudging now that caused her mind to remove its self from her dreams, her worry of her lover and also the woman she loved that had been missing for some time. 

it was then she heard the wailing, shouting at her child to not rush forward and play knight but he was already gone from her side. Though she was too skinny for her own good, she raced to meet the boy and now wailing girl. She should have shielded them both at what sue saw but instead she was frozen to the spot. 

Oh no.

No, no, no, no.

This could not be happening, she could not be gone too.

tears began to slip from her eyes as she looked at the rotting frame of the woman she loved, the sickening smile at her throat. Her beautiful blue eyes clouded over, still open but the expression was gone. Only then did she move, moving her body between the children and the body. "Hotaru..." Her voice cracked as she spoke the girl's name, wettingher lips to clear up her voice. "Little one, I need you to go with your.. to go with Kazuhiko.." she looked to her child who was also crying, they both didn't need to be hear any longer. 

It was then that anger began to lick at her heart, her mind turning at the marks her husband kept inflicting on her. Something in her mind blamed him, who else could have done this?