Mcyt Short Stories!

A dad's return

It had been nearly a month since Missa left Quesadilla island.

A long, stressful month.

But now he could see the rocky shores of the island, steadily coming closer to his small boat. His trip had been great, seeing all of his friends and visiting new places had been a lot of fun. But the entire time there had been that constant pull in the back of his mind, the reminder of what he left behind on the island with the promise to return to.

A child, a little boy, that had asked over and over when his Papa would finally return. That looked up to him, even mimicked his skull mask to match with him, that missed him so dearly.

And a partner, a husband, that always reassured their son he will be back soon, that he loves them and will bring gifts. A husband who never seemed to be mad or blame him for leaving, always happily talking about their adventures. And their nightmares.

Even a granddaughter! Though he never met her, she sounded so sweet and innocent that he already loves her.

Missa looked at the towering wall in the distance, at the seemingly glowing spot against the darkening sky with luminescent trees and lanterns scattered around, where he knew a house was located. A house where he can finally reunite with his family.

He abandoned the boat by the shore and made his way over towards the wall, backpack with gifts slung over his shoulder. It was a bit heavy, but he was more than willing to carry the burden to make his loved ones happy. He will spoil his family rotten today with all kinds of sweets and treats and shiny trinkets for his bird brained partner to add to his collection.

The usual monsters patrolled the area as he neared the old adoption center, easily dispatched with his sword if they came to close. Having left his Waystone at home for safekeeping, he had to take the long way up, making his arms ache as he scaled the wall. They really should install a better way up than this... just in case someone can't fly or teleport.

When Missa finally reached the top and heaved himself over the edge, he was greeted with the sight of the whole wall being transformed into a large garden. Trees and plants everywhere, animals scattered around, a pond with axolotl swimming in it and a big farm extending farther than he could see. And right in the middle sat their home, dark wooden walls and stone roof decorated with flowers and vines growing on them, carefully trimmed to not overtake the building too much.

It was beautiful... he would have never thought that a place on a stone wall could be transformed like this.

The light inside the house was dimmed, so everyone was probably asleep. Which was unusual, considering Phil usually stayed up late to work on projects. Maybe the daily tasks have become too exhausting to keep up with that early nights have become a thing now.

The door was way too loud when he pushed it open, the iron hinges loud and heavy. He winced when it fell shut behind him, listening for any movement from any of the bedrooms. When a minute passed without any sound, he slowly pulled off his boots and cloak, putting them in their designated place. He noticed the two sets of small shoes by the door, which meant Tallulah was probably staying over again.

He placed the bag with gifts by the bedroom door before slowly pushing it open, peeking into the darkness. His eyes needed a second to adjust, but he could hear multiple sets of calm, deep breathing. A pile of limbs and feathers was barely visible in the darkness, curled up in the large bed they had set up on that very first day.

Missa slowly entered the room, making his way over to his designated spot on the bed. A wing was flung over the spot and it was half taken by the dragonlings curled up in Phil's arms, but he managed to squeeze in regardless, carefully slipping under the soft feathers without disturbing them too much.