Mianite Stories

Irony and Understanding

(I wrote this like two weeks ago in class on google docs or something and I decided I might as well just post it-btw this isn't going to be 100% accurate to the story line and facts and stuff)

Was I so wrong to ask for a break? I know I wasn't.

But something told me this wasn't going to be a normal day in Ruxomaur.

I asked Dianite if I could take a little trip to Katsir. He said yes, of course, I don't know what else I was expecting. It's like he's been trying to get away from me. Double the trips, more separate meetings, no more unnecessary monthly meetings, as he put it. In fact, he looked relieved when I asked him if I could go meet up with an old friend in Katsir, it was a day long walk. He was hiding something. Maybe he was getting tired of me? I don't know. Dianite rarely voiced his more personal thoughts, those that explain how he feels. And when he does, it's to me, and only me.

He hasn't been talking.

I didn't take a horse, I walked. I didn't have wings either, whenever Dianite asked me if I wanted them, I'd turn him down. I don't do heights. They're terrifying. I know champions aren't supposed to be afraid of anything, but even Dianite says everyone's afraid of something. He even admitted that he was afraid of flying in planes."They're not natural. You're supposed to be with the wind when you fly, not boxed up," that's what he always says.

I saw the smoke before I heard the screams.

I would've taken the smoke over the painful screams anyday. The Great Tree was on fire. I was, in all, shocked, I never even found out how the fire started. That tree had been there for centuries, it was so closely watched that I'd thought it impossible to be ablaze. Maybe I was just imagining things. Nope. That's definitely the smell of burning, well, everything.

The cries of the little girl were worse, and I hated myself for it, but I ran towards them.

Memories flooded back with every step, and I cried, sobs breaking out.

But nobody heard it. Nobody was there to comfort me this time.

Too close. The cries, the smoke, the memories. They were too close.

I ran into a clearing, fire circling it.

The ruins of a house.

Molly's house.

I heard a muffled scream from the ruins, followed by sobs. I ran through a hole in a wall, jumping through the smoldering mud bricks. Katsir was a simple town, the people lived like indians, you could say. No technology, just a simple pleasure. I loved coming to this place, enjoying the simpleness of it all, visiting Molly.

And her daughter.

Alyssa sat in the middle of ruins, a limp body beside her. She was crying out for her mother. Now don't get me wrong, I didn't think this child had even noticed me whenever I visited her mother. I didn't think she'd have a memory of me.

I guess that's why I was so surprised when I heard a stuttered "Mwotty" from her cries.

The child hadn't seen me, yet she called for me.

I  guess that's also why I lunged forward and lifted her in my arms.

Molly was gone, that was clear. The child knew that, as I had known my mother was gone too. I remembered clearly now. How Dianite had lifted me from the floor when I was only six. How I cried and looked into his glowing eyes telling him that father was gone too, wasn't he? How he'd just solemnly nodded and I continued crying. How he had just held me and said nothing. I got used to that. He hadn't said anything, he was as sad as me, but I felt comfort and protection. I guess he hadn't said anything because my situation reminded me of his mother, as Alyssa's reminded me of mine.

Taken by flames.

Ironic how Dianite is a god of flames, yet I've fallen hopelessly in love with him.

The child whimpered a weak "Mwot" from my neck, gripping my clothes tighter, and moving herself closer. Alyssa was a strange child, with pointed brown ears, sharp teeth, red eyes, and, sometimes, she'd flex her back muscles, as if she were about to take off with nonexistent wings. Looking, might I add, really sad when she realized she couldn't fly. Whenever I asked Molly about it she'd mutter something along the lines of "Her father was a shifter..." and "I guess now I know what he could shift to." I learned not to dwell on the topic. But I guess Katsir was a weird town, it's a lot like a tribe. Everybody had two names, for one. Alyssa's other name is CountryBat. Pretty self explanatory, the elders aren't as creative as they are believed to be.

I composed myself and walked towards a group of people under the giant, roofed platform in the middle of the village.(to be honest it looks like a giant cornucopia with four pillars holding it up). A community leader was walking around, checking on the people gathered. He spotted me and ran over. He started fussing about Alyssa's condition, I didn't see any problem, she wasn't harmed very seriously, only a few scratches here and there. I took more note on what he looked like and realized it was Xiar, he was known to fuss. He stopped suddenly and looked around us.

He looked back at me and asked me where Molly was. He knew I was friends with Molly, and that she wouldn't be very far from Alyssa.

All he got in response was my head shaking.

I then realized why Dianite hadn't said much to me that day. And when Xiar motioned for me to give him Alyssa, I understood why Dianite had left me at that camp with a short, meaningless goodbye. He didn't want me to get attached to him. He'd just be a reminder of what happened, as if the spores weren't enough. That's irony for you, Dianite wanted me away from him and here I am, ten years later, him saving me again, but this time he didn't want to let go. I guess it's also ironic how Alyssa suddenly cried out when I tried to put her in Xiar's arms.

I understand why Dianite didn't want to let go a second time.

It's an ironic thing, my life.

Do you want to know what's not ironic?

How I managed to become a father in less than eight hours.

(I'll probably make another part explaining how Alyssa gets her wings?)