ESMERALDA RETURNS HOME
Adonis felt he had made a narrow escape from the Wastelands
but he had felt the call home so urgently in his very soul. As he jumped through the portal he and Roach
landed back in Atlantis. It was on the
beach where his mother had come ashore.
He stopped Roach and looked down at the prints in the sand. One he smells his father’s presence and two the
shape of a mermaid. “Mother” he gasped out
loud. Looking down at the tracks as he
moved slowly, he only saw his father’s foot prints but they were heavier than
the ones before. He was carrying
something, someone, Adonis’ Mother! Esmeralda must have come from the sea!
He knew the direction they were leading and he kicked Roach
into a gallop now to head to the forest.
Once in the forest he looked down to follow the foot prints until he was
sure and, in that moment, he knew that his father had taken Esmeralda …
Home! So not wanting to waste any time
he opened a portal to take him just outside of his childhood home.
Once through he leaped off Roach and just dropped the reins
ground tying Roach. Adonis stood there
just looking at the cottage so white and with a beautiful flower garden his
mother had planted and Adonis tended regularly for when Esmeralda could
return. Approaching the front door he
slowly opened it without knocking. This
was his and Brailey’s home too. Yet
Adonis knew not what he would find inside.
Walking in there was no one in the living room. He then checked the kitchen and smell what
had been fixed in there. He now walked
down the hallway calling out “Mother! Father!” but no answer immediately came
but by his instincts he followed his parent’s scents. They were both here. He was walking past Brailey’s room but he
could not pick up her scent in the house.
Passing his room now he went to the end where his parents’ room was and
there was the open door. Silently
walking inside, he saw his poor mother just laying in the bed and his father
sitting in a chair holding her hand and gently stroking her hair and talking to
her. He whispered Father, I’m home, what
happened, why is Mom like this. Has
anyone told Brailey?” so many questions but she was alive and that was enough
to be thankful for, for now. Looking at
Apollo sitting there he realised just how much older his parents seemed. Not ancient but older. His mother did look
frail laying there, by the Gods of Atlantis she had to live…
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