Life With A Yautja Child (Book 2)

The End Part 2

Narrative: 

The two children stood before a huge 5-layer blood red cake decorated with replicates of human and animal skulls. Rasbery jam layer between the cakes and oozed out once cut. 4 candles lay on top of the cake, already blown out. 

Ruthless and Midnight sat around the burning fire, on the bear skin carpet. Serval unopen presents sat around them as excitement and curiosity danced in the eyes. A proud Amari sat behind them on the homemade wooden couch, a smile drawn on her face as she watched her children. She found great joy in watching her children. They reminded her of their father so much...

Amari: Come on you two, the presents aren't going to open themselves-

The sound of ripping stopped Amari who could only smile as the gifts were finally opened. In Ruthless's hands lay a child sized hunting spear. Ancient yautja writing carved its way down the handle wishing honour and protection on its wielder. From Midnight's box came two large daggers, similar in shape to Amari's own set of Daggers. The handles were made from the horns of a large elk which they had killed together last week.

Two sets of presents lay forgotten as the children grabbed their new weapons and dashed outside to practise with them but not before uttering a quick "thanks Mom/bearer "in Amaris direction. Due to Amari teaching them yautja language and English, the two often spoke in both languages. However, Midnight preferred to speak in Yautja while Ruthless spoke in English which was pretty backwards due to the fact that Midnight's tusks were shorter, making it harder to click the yautja language. Ruthless's tusks were longer and made it far easier for him to speak yautja but he preferred English!

Amari wasn't worried about what language her children spoke and was quite happy that they spoke both of their languages. It brought some excitement to comminating with her children and kept her from forgotten how to speak yautja.

Amari stood slowly and made her way to the kitchen which was opened into the living room. From the kitchen she could easily watch her children and make sure they did not try to spar with each other just yet. They had no knowledge of how to wield the weapons and could harm themselves or each other if they tried to spar. However, they seemed to just be happy fiddling with the weapons and watching the blade shine in the winter sun.

A soft sigh made its way from Amaris lips as she turned towards their coffee maker. It was a gift from Lurking. It always brought a smile to her when she thought of all the effort Lurking put into making the coffee maker.

While the coffee dispensed itself into the cup, she let her mind wonder to the past few months. A feeling of anticipation had stayed with her for the past few months. However today it seemed to increase 10-fold and made her uneasy. Something big was going to happen today but she couldn't figure out what it was, it was almost as if she was forgetting something.

A ping from the coffee machine forced Amari from her thoughts and brought her focus on to the ready coffee. It was not her favourite flavour but the familiar taste calmed her mind. Her eyes wondered over to the lounge where the 4 presents lay unwrapped. In one set of the presents lay new clothes for both of the children and in the other set a book and a toy. Ruthless leaned more towards his education than Midnight, who preferred the more practical side of their learning. The teddy bear was not for cuddling but for practice.

A faint haze in the trees caught Amaris eyes, it was very hard to make out until she couldn't see it at all. Fear gripped her heart but Amari did not show it. She placed her coffee down and walked towards the fire place. On display above it lay several xenomorph heads and two familiar daggers. With each e Amari drew the daggers from their spot on the wall and held them for a moment, their weight grounded her and wiped away her fear. After that she quickly placed them on their holsters which lay on her thighs.