My Immortal

Chapt 9: Meeting The Family

Mako:

We were about a mile from the ship when I heard movement coming up on us. Glancing to my left, past Kiran, I noticed a grounder approaching. I knew it was Lincoln, my son in all but blood. He did not speak, looking at Kiran before looking back at me. the moment he passed us and turned to slowly follow in the shadows. I left him be as we walked in comfortable silence for a few moments, before speaking up. 

“What can I do for you, Lincoln?” 

“Who's Lincoln?” Kiran asked, looking around, not spotting the man behind us. 

“Goddess, you normally aren't in this area. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” He spoke, I turned to see him. His eyes never left Kiran. 

“I'm more than alright, Lincoln. Come here. I'd like for you to officially meet Kiran.” I waved him forward, out of the shadows.

“What is with the Grounders and popping up out of nowhere?” Kiran stepped back as He stepped into the light. 

“Says the person who fell out of the sky, how do you know this language?” Lincoln frowned, standing straight up, as if puffing himself out to make himself seem like more of a threat. 

“I helped create it, boy.” Kiran answered, looking at Lincoln as if he was a young boy. 

“Enough. Both of you.” I stepped forward between them, sending a look at Kiran. “You both are compassionate people, do not fall to the beliefs and whims of those around you and judge before knowing.”

“Yes Mako.” Kiran held her hand out for him as a show of peace. “For now, Grounder... Lincoln.”

“Kiran.” He looked at her hand, before looking at me. I nodded, knowing that in the end he'd trust my opinion. He grabbed her forearm, a true warrior’s grip, before backing away from her and kneeling to me. “If you have no other need of me, I will leave you.”

“I will be by to speak with you later.” I informed him, stepping forward to lightly touch his head. He leaned into my touch. I had grown attached to him when he was younger and had come to see him as one of my own. Kiran looked at me, as if studying my face for any matching features to his. A mark of bond is what she was looking for. When she didn't find it, she leaned back against a tree, clearly upset about something. She stayed silent as Lincoln walked into the darkness. “What is it?”

“What is he to you?” Her voice was soft, without emotion. 

“I have grown fond of him; he is one of few over the years that I have come to see as one of my own.” I replied honestly, feeling no need to hide my connection to the young man. She merely nodded, starting towards the camp. “Kiran!” I called out to her, not quite sure what was wrong.

“Yes, Mako?” She answered, turning back to me. 

“I don't understand, why are you upset?”

“Who said I was?”

“Something is bothering you.”

“Something is going to bother me, Mako.” She stopped speaking for a few moments before continuing. “I spent 97 years of my life, believing the one person I loved, was dead. I spent 95 years locked in a cell, 94 of them in solitary, after losing the only other family I ever felt close to.” She looked at the sky, the stars sparkling above us. “You spent yours down here, building a new Earth, teaching them a language, hell they think you are a GOD.”

“That wasn't my choice! I fought to keep you with me! Then I fought to build a world you'd be proud to be a part of!” I took a step back, shaking my head, my heart clenching painfully.