The Lunarian (Slow updates)(AU)

Chapter 36: Searching Into The Past (reworked)

Ark One, Part Sixteen
(Third Person POV)

"Alright, so how are we doing this?" Typhon asked Olga as he entered her room and closed the door.

"Take a seat," Olga grabbed a chair and gestured for him to sit down, which he did without issue, trusting the experienced magic user. "Alright, this is rather straightforward. I want you to close your eyes, relax, and take ten long, deep breaths," she instructed him, placing her hands on each side of his face.

Typhon, doing as he was told, did what she instructed. After his final breath, the Lunarian found himself deep in a forest late at night.

"Hey, mama," Typhon turned to the right to see his younger self, who was now confirmed mother.

Typhon's breath hitched as his mother's face wasn't blurred out like before, and he was shocked to see how breathtakingly beautiful she was.

The saying 'beautiful yet deadly' definitely came to mind when looking at her.

Her eyes were the brightest shade of red he had ever seen; they were practically glowing, and there was a hint of gold in them. She had thick eyelashes, full red lips, and a heart-shaped face. She also had a scar on the left side of her face that started from the top of her head, went over her left eye, and finished her bottom lip.

She wore sleek dark armor over her thick gray long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and a thick black clock draped over her shoulders. On the other side of her was a helmet with a t-shaped visor, a long vertical red plume, and, surprisingly, his double-edged sword.

'So Moon Razor was mom's sword, huh?' Typhon thought, smiling slightly.

The Lunarian found comfort in discovering that he always had a piece of his mother with him. That did make him wonder if Ace belonged to his father. If so, then that was a double win.

His younger self and mother sat beside each other, roasting a giant animal over a fire. 

"Yes, my little dragon," Orchidéa said, looking at her son lovingly.

"Why can't I go with you when you leave?" young Typhon asked his mother with a sad tone, making the female Lunarian smile falter slightly.

"Because it'll be dangerous, and I don't want you to get hurt," she answered with a sad smile.

"Then help me become strong like you!" young Typhon stood up and shouted with tears running down his face. 

Orchidéa brought her boy into a firm yet gentle hug. "Even if I did train you, you wouldn't be strong enough to protect yourself," she said softly yet truthfully. "There are very bad and powerful people who want to hurt us, my dragon. They want to do evil and unspeakable things to us because of what we are and who we are. I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt or worse. I want to take you with me more than anything, but you wouldn't be safe," she looked into his eyes and wiped away his tears. "Remember, you're the future of our tribe and to all those who have hope. Losing you is losing the future."

Young Typhon looked down at the ground and clenched his fists.

"I...I understand...." He said after a second of silence.

The older Lunarian lifted his head and gave the boy a sad smile. "I love you, my dragon."

"I love you too," he slightly smiled.

"You better," she said with a playful tone, kissing his head. "Now, let's eat. We wouldn't want to waste such delicious food, now would we?" she asked rhetorically.

Everything then faded and eventually went black. After a few moments, the location changed. It was now in the middle of the day, and he was in a different forest. However, what stood out was a moderately sized shack only a few meters away from him and several people standing in front of the structure.