The world that was created was created to be peaceful. In order to keep the peace, "The Mother," as she was called, needed to bestow a blessing on someone or something. The first people wanted a ruler. They wanted someone to protect them. They only wanted peace. The Mother knew that she needed someone else to do her duties. Although The Mother was young in her looks, but her body became weak. If something was to be done than it had to be done fast. The Mother set out on a journey to find someone to give the blessing to.
The Mother traveled to the other-side of the world. The Mother ended up in America. She was incredibly weak and her power was starting to fade. The journey took her over 10 years. A young couple found her and took her into their home. The Mother had never seen such hospitality before. If anyone saw her on the streets they would give her weird looks and some would even glare.
Who could blame them, she looked young and beautiful, but she wore such torn up clothes. Many thought that she was faking being in "poverty." The Mother herself didn't know how judgmental the people could be. She only knew of the people that were kind and caring. The people that she knew were gentle and also understanding of her situation. To see just kindness in the couples eyes were enough to bring The Mother to tears.
"Why are you crying?" the woman asked.
"I'm sorry, it's just that no one has shown me this kindness before.."
The couple looked shocked and were overcome by sadness. The Mother saw this and was quick ask about their sudden change in their attitudes.
"Why are you sad?" The Mother asked.
"We just didn't think that the people of this world could be so cruel.."
~The Woman's POV~
We heard the sound of walking outside the door and went to check who was out this late at night. As me and my husband looked outside of the window we saw someone who looked like a young girl wandering the streets. She soon walked over to our door as if we had called her over. She looked young, but her clothes were torn and she looked fragile. She had dirt on her face and she looked sad and scared. My motherly instincts took over and I flung open the door. My husband stared at me wide-eyed and looked shocked. As soon as I opened the door, the girl stood on the doorstep as if she was about to knock. I invited her inside of our small mudroom and stared at her complexion. She looked into my eyes and started to shed small tears. I asked her what was the matter...
"Why are you crying?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, it's just that no one has shown me this kindness before.."
I was shocked. I looked at my husband and sadness filled me and my husband's eyes. The young girl looked worried.
"Why are you sad?" she asked me.
I didn't know how to respond to her. I gave her the most basic answer that I could think of.
"We just didn't think that the world could be so cruel.."
She looked at me and I felt a strong presence from her. She looked so young, but gave off motherly vibes.
"What is your name?" I ask her.
She stared and me blankly and confused.
"What is a name?" she asked.
I was very confused. How could a child not know their own name? I stared at her for a few more seconds before answering her question.
"A name is something that someone calls you. For example my name is Angelica. And my husband's name is Brian."
She looked deep in thought while she paced around the room. I just realized that I told her my name, but she hadn't told me hers.
"Sweetie, what is your name?" I asked once again.
"Well since a name is something that someone calls you," She looked at me and I nodded my head 'yes' in assurance," Then the people call me 'The Mother'."
I was shocked. I thought "The Mother" was just a myth. How could she be "The Mother?" She seemed to catch on to my change in attitude. "How could someone so young be the creator of this world?"
~The Mother's POV~
The woman who is called 'Angelica' looked at me with speculation. I just told her what she wanted to know. The people of Euphoria always called me 'The Mother.' Why is she acting this way? And also, why is she treating me like a child?
"Sorry, but did I say something wrong?" I asked her quietly.
She seemed to have regained her composure. She took deep breaths and slowly turned to me. She looked kind creepy. It was almost like she was possessed by something.
"Excuse me, but are you okay Angelica?"
She didn't answer me, but instead it looked like she was deep in thought. She once again looked at me and she finally looked normal...
"Forgive me for asking, but how could you be The Mother?" she asked me.
I looked at her skeptically and was wondering what was wrong with me being "The Mother."
" well being the mother isn't really something that I can explain, I really don't even know where to start-"
"But you're so young, how is this possible!??!"
"Well I may look young, but in reality I am actually very old. I'm actually lucky that my youthful looks stay with me forever. Opposite of my looks, my body actually ages." I said with a sigh.
"What do you mean your body ages?" Angelica replied.
"What I mean is that my body ages like a normal person, but my youthful appearance stays the same. Most people mistakes me for a young poor girl, but in actuality I'm not. Listen, I'm not going to last much longer and I need to pass this blessing on to someone else. The people of this world want a ruler, but I can't be that ruler anymore. Please help me find someone to bestow the blessing upon."
"Of course I'll help, what can I do to help you?"
"I can sense the motherly instincts in you, do you happen to be.... PREGNANT?"
Angelica looked at me in shock. I'm guessing that she hasn't told anybody yet. It seems like her husband is the only one that knows.
"I-I-I, how did you k-know about that?"
"It was just an instinct, but that baby is the only answer."
"So you're saying that you want me to SACRIFICE my own child for this!!??"
"No sweetie, of course not. I want to put a BLESSING on your child. It won't harm the little being, you can actually raise her normally. I also have this special book that will show you what to do when her 'powers' come into play. But I do have a tip for you, make sure to keep him/her happy."
"Well of course I will help you!"
And that is the beginning of our story..............
