The door creaked open as I stepped inside.
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The warmth of home greeted me—
But something felt… heavier.
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My father sat beside my mother.
Silent.
Head lowered.
Lost in thought.
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My mother…
Said everything without saying a word.
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Her posture was composed.
Still.
Strong.
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But her eyes—
Her eyes betrayed her.
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They shimmered.
Heavy with emotion.
Holding back something that refused to fall.
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He had told her.
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About Neraphyx.
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About me leaving.
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About what it truly meant.
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Not death.
Not exactly.
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But not safety either.
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And not certainty.
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I stood there quietly.
Watching them.
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They had always known this day would come.
They had prepared for it.
Trained me for it.
Strengthened me for it.
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But knowing something is coming…
And facing it…
Are never the same.
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Especially for a mother.
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I took a step forward.
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The floor creaked softly beneath my feet.
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Their heads lifted at the same time.
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Our eyes met.
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SWISH—!!!
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Before I could speak—
She was already there.
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Right in front of me.
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BAM!!!
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Her arms wrapped around me tightly.
Firm.
Unyielding.
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Like she was afraid—
If she let go—
I would disappear.
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"…my son…"
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Her voice cracked.
Barely above a whisper.
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And then—
The tears came.
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No longer restrained.
No longer hidden.
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They flowed freely.
Soaking into my shoulder as she held me closer.
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I didn't move.
Didn't speak.
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I just… let her.
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Because in that moment—
Words would only make it harder.
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Minutes passed.
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Five.
Maybe more.
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Time didn't matter.
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Only this moment did.
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My father watched from where he stood.
Silent.
Still.
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Until—
He couldn't take it anymore.
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Step.
Step.
Step.
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Then—
He joined us.
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His arms wrapped around both of us.
Strong.
Protective.
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A silent promise.
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Everything will be okay.
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My mother's grip loosened slightly.
Her breathing steadied.
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She opened her eyes slowly.
Still wet.
Still fragile.
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But calmer.
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My father raised a hand—
And gently wiped the tears from her face.
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"Don't worry," he said softly.
"I'm sure he'll be fine."
"He'll come back to us… safe and sound."
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His voice carried certainty.
Even if the world itself couldn't guarantee it.
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She looked at him.
Searching.
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And slowly—
She nodded.
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Letting go of me.
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Then hugging him instead.
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I stepped back slightly.
Giving them space.
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Click.
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The door closed behind me.
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The house felt quieter now.
But warmer.
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After a while—
My father suddenly lifted her into his arms.
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A princess carry.
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"Hey—!" she gasped.
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Then—
Laughter.
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Pure.
Unrestrained.
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"How about I bake your favorite cake?" he said with a grin.
"I haven't lost my touch, you know."
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She laughed through her tears.
"Just don't burn down the house."
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That only made him laugh harder.
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He carried her to the couch—
Gently placing her down.
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I walked over and sat beside her.
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She leaned into me.
Close.
Comfortable.
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My father disappeared into the kitchen.
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Moments later—
He returned wearing an apron.
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A ridiculous one.
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Bright colors.
Strange patterns.
Completely out of place on his muscular frame.
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I blinked.
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Then—
Laughter burst out of me.
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My mother joined instantly.
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And my father—
Only doubled down.
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Striking poses.
Flexing.
Acting like some legendary chef-warrior.
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"Behold!" he declared dramatically.
"The greatest cook in all realms!"
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He threw flour into the air—
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Which promptly fell back onto his face.
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Silence.
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Then—
Explosion of laughter.
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We couldn't stop.
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Holding our stomachs.
Struggling to breathe.
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The tension—
The fear—
The weight of everything—
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Faded.
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Just for a moment.
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My mother leaned into me more.
Wrapping an arm around my waist.
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"I wish your brother was here…" she said between laughs.
"We'd be laughing all night."
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I smiled.
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"…Yeah."
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My father turned dramatically.
Offended.
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"How can you compare me to him?!"
"Do you not see my greatness?!"
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He struck another ridiculous pose—
Only making things worse.
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We laughed even harder.
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The house—
Filled with warmth.
With joy.
With life.
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A moment frozen in time.
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Perfect.
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And somewhere deep within me—
Something stirred.
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Something ancient.
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Watching.
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Silent.
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Not envious of power.
Not of strength.
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But of this.
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Of something it could never have.
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A family.
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The unconditional love of a mother.
The steady strength of a father.
The fragile, beautiful bond between them.
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It had created worlds.
Shaped existence.
Defined reality.
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Yet—
This…
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Was beyond it.
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Untouchable.
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Unreplicable.
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And for the first time—
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The Nameless Sovereign…
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Felt something unfamiliar.
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Not hunger.
Not dominance.
Not authority.
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But something quieter.
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Something deeper.
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Something… almost human.
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And as laughter echoed through the house—
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That presence watched.
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Silently.
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From within me.