The dark figure walked towards the city slowly, the hood covering their face well. As they approached the gate, the guards immediately putting their spears out.
"Halt! Who goes there?" The hooded figure looked up.
"I must have a word with the king." A woman's voice rose from beneath the hood, and the guards lowered their spears.
"The townsfolk won't be pleased with this." One of them growled as they raised the gate. "You know we should throw you in jail."
"And you know that my kind have a pact with this kingdom." She snapped back, walking in the gate without so much as a thanks. She knew she wasn't welcome in any kingdom, but this was the only one that was forced to allow her.
She walked through the city slowly, the townspeople quieting for a change as she passed each of them, not looking up once. She wasn't here for a normal pass. She was here on official business, and she wasn't going to leave until she got what she wanted.
She walked through and reached the palace, holding out a hand to the guards as they tensed in her presence.
She soon reached the throne room, where the king sat, and glared at her.
"Fidelius." She greeted him with a nod. "It's been a long time. How are you this morning?"
"You will address me as a king." He growled, standing up at once. He hated when she came around. It was a rivalry formed by time.
"I don't ask that you address me by my title." She lowered her hood, shaking her head so that her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, her brown eyes glittering from the sun shining through the window, her sun-kissed skin glowing. "Why would I address you by your own?"
"Because you are nothing but lowly scum, Anaphora. I am the king, and you will treat me as so." She glared back, but kept her composure.
"You haven't even asked me how I've been." She chuckled, her eyes speaking anger, but her mouth held a smirk. "How's that sweet Astrid of yours? She's grown into quite the young woman."
"I know you didn't come here just to catch up, Anaphora." The king glowered. "Why are you truly here?" She sighed, and took off her cloak slowly.
"Shame. Thought it'd be nice." She hung it up on a hook only she could apparently see, leaving her in only a pair of brown pants and a black shirt with a belt around the middle, and a simple pair of black boots. "I came here looking for the young hero that saved your daughter, Fidelius. I was on my way to do just that, but it seems I was beaten to it." She began walking closer, him backing away from her towards his throne. He would never admit it, but she truly frightened him. She had ever since they were children. "And you couldn't guess that there was interference from the other world?" He scoffed at that.
"That's such a you thing to say, Anaphora." He mocked. "How was I to know that the other world wasn't just a load of fairy tales?"
"So you never believed a word of what our grandparents would tell us?" She demanded. "They told us the stories of our elders, and you never believed?"
"Would you have believed that King Evan knew someone from the other world?" He balled his hands into fists. "Or that the Great Pure Hearted One never existed? This was our family they spoke of, and you never believed?"
"Why would I?" he turned away from her. "It was completely unbelievable, and we had no proof! Grandfather was a mad, senile old man! Yours too!" She held up her hand, humming in a low tone as she blew a gust of wind his way, sending him flying.
"How dare you speak of them that way! Your Grandfather was the best king that Evermore could have asked for! Just because your father came out a bad egg-!"The king rushed at her, furious.
"Don't you dare speak of my father that way!" Both stood in a battle stance as guards came running in, pointing spears at her.
"At ease, both of you!" She barked at them. "You touch me, you'll be breaking a pact forged by our forefathers!" She looked to the king. "Even you wouldn't break a pact set by King Evan and the Songster themselves, would you?" The king glared at her for a moment, and she prepared for him to set the guards on her, but they both stepped back after he waved them down. She knew he'd doubt the Pact, but she'd pray he'd never break it.
"Father, what's going on?" Astrid and Yu came hurrying in after hearing the commotion, and for the first time since she had walked in, her tough shell broke, and she gasped.
"Yusuke!" she could hardly breathe, stumbling as she took a step forward, but the spears blocked her path. "Its truly you! It truly is you!" Astrid held onto Yu's arms as the woman, Anaphora, tried to come closer. "Please, let me near him!" The king's eyebrow rose at that. He had never heard her plead before in his life. Not to him, anyways.
"What is the meaning of this?" She didn't answer him. She only had eyes for Yu. Teary, watering eyes.
"You look just like him." She whispered, pushing the spears aside and hurrying over to him, Astrid putting her arm out in front of Yu, stopping her a few feet away from them.
"What are you doing? Do you know him?" Anaphora clasped her hands together.
"Please, Yusuke. Please, come to me." She held out a hand to him, her hand trembling. "Please. I mean you no harm. I only want to hold you." Yu didn't know why, but he trusted her. He pushed Astrid's arm aside and walked towards the woman. She cupped his cheek in her hand, stroking it gently with her thumb as a few tears left her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. "I can't believe it. You truly came back to me." She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers entangling in his hair as she cradled his head close to her chest, holding him as though she would never let go. "My son." She choked out, making Yu gasped. "You truly came back to me, my son." She held him close, and he put his hands up slowly, wrapping them around her middle.
"You're... You're my mother?" He whispered, and she nodded.
"Yes, my dear. I am your mother, and you are my son, and you are back home with me!" She sobbed into his shoulder. "Oh, my darling boy!" Astrid looked to her father, who looked grim.
"She has a son?" Astrid asked. She had always know Anaphora as the scary woman who came only came to visit and made her father angry. She was never allowed to speak to Anaphora, and there was constantly a guard nearby if they were alerted of her coming into town. Not once had she ever thought of such a formidable woman having a child, much less the boy who saved her and became the one she loved. "What does this mean?"
"It means that we truly do have a new Songster." He shuddered. "And that I'm not stuck with a such a loathsome creature for the rest of eternity." Anaphora glared over Yu's head, holding him close to her as she did.
"You'd be honored to have me as your Songstress for all of time." Then she smiled and pulled away from Yu, studying him. "And of course, Yu will need some training! He'll have to learn how to do magic, and of course Song Magic!"
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WARNING: SPOILERS!!! ~A Watty's 2019 Submission!
RandomI debated this for a while, and decided to do it. These are chapters or small bits that I want to put into my stories in the future! I type them all the time, and decided to let you guys see them early! But I you don't want to see any of them, then...
