Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 171

I can’t say I was ready for what I was expecting to find there, but life is like that sometimes, you are forced to take action and face it even when you are not prepared, and that’s when you make a difference by doing what needs to be done even when it takes that much out of you, going forward even when it hurts.

So that’s the state of mind I go and break the door down, a buzzy sensation running up and down my body and a sick feeling boiling at the pit of my stomach, threatening to make me throw up, still I make the room visible and look inside.

It is very dark room, no fire lit around it, only a single window giving a faint white gloom to the place, but that’s the only thing I can take in before an object comes flying off in my direction, and a voice I haven’t heard for so long screams back:

"Have you not learned your lesson?! Get out of here now!" I avoid the thrown object as it crashes somewhere behind me, but next my eyes quickly scan the place once more, mostly empty of any throwable objects and with a few pieces of furniture lying about and a bed in the back, but the details are lost without much light coming in from the windows.

But my eyes stop roaming when they meet the outline of a figure standing at the window with the back to us with the eyes upcast, staring feverishly at the small piece of sky she could look at with the walls and buildings surrounding her.

"I said leave already, didn’t you hear me? You’ve already done enough." Is good to hear that mother’s fire still burned brightly, but my throat closes as I can only stare at her, my previous worries overturned and spiking up into too much joy to be contained and to even allow me to speak, my heart taking a beating as the emotions seem to flow too strongly for me to keep up today.

"Well we can always leave if you want, but not before you have a good look at us." Ethan says, knowing all too well that I was not being myself at that moment and I will need all support he could give, such as his warm reassuring hand that rests at the curve of my back and prompts me forward.

Funny that still I don’t say anything, and I wonder if is the wind coming from the door that carries my scent or if it was just a mother’s intuition, but I see her visibly stiffen even from behind, her shoulder blades almost touching each other, and only once she moves in her long vest that I hear the rattle of chains as I had not seen them at first, with the clothes covering as it goes around her ankle.

She turns, half of her face covered by the white light from the outside, and I hold myself back from reacting emotionally; half from too much happiness in finally seeing her, and the other of shattering to see her so tired and thin and weak; and let her have a good look at me as I do with her, our same yellow eyes overflowing with gold.

I take my veil off, then my outer robe, spreading my white wings as I do not take my eyes from hers, and for a moment we just stay there, staring at each other, her face frozen in place, not recognizing me at first, or not even believing what she is seeing, but a sudden outburst comes when I say:

"I’m back mother."

Then shackles rattle, clothes flow and quick steps are given until they reach the end of the chain as she raises her arms and say:

"Why are you taking so long to give your mother a hug Seraph? Come here!" She says, her tone increasing as much as falling as her eyes start to blur, taken by motion, and with that I rush towards her embrace, closing the distance and taking her now small body into my arms and hugging tightly, so tightly that even our wings are crushing around us, such a strong connection that could not be described by words.

And I wanted to laugh and I wanted to cry, I wanted to cry so badly, but still despise all my emotions and my own insecurities is just like Ethan said, I had to be strong for her now, strong for us both, so I clench my jaw and breath deeply, hugging her snugly.

She grabs my arms and puts some distance between us so she can pass her hands over my head, going down to cup my face, not believing that I was truly there, her words cutting deep when she says:

"All this time and I thought you were dead, gone forever because I was too weak, that I had chosen wrong and I had not been enough for you, that I was not enough to protect you, but look at you now, after all this time, all big and strong, a grown up man, a beautiful Lord... How long has it been? So much lost..." She starts crying then, and I think it is the first time I ever saw her crying, fully and completely losing it, and I cannot bear to see her like this so I bring her into another tight embrace, holding back my own tears for her.

It has been years, mother, long dragging years.

"Is ok mother, I am here now and we will take you out of this chains and this place for good, then we will hunt that Lion down." I say, and it is my time to pull back from the embrace and hold her arms under my hands, arms that now are so thin compared to mine.

Yes, so many things were lost for good, the time we could have spent together, my own grown into adulthood, but all seems small now compared to this moment.

"We?" She asks and finally takes a look over my shoulder, seeing Ethan smiling like a fool while leaning on the wall with his arms crossed.

"Evening mam." He says, a little shy and unsure of how to address her, even more so after he slept with her son I bet.

And mother catches things fast as she looks at him with tears still in her eyes but a smile on her face.

"Look at you now! It seems that we both have good taste uhm? Must be hereditary." She jokes back and I roll my eyes to it.

"I have my doubts about that." I say, and it must have some deepness in my tone because she realizes that I was speaking with knowledge on the subject and says:

"Did you meet your father my son? Camillo, did you meet him?"

I sigh, but who am I to interfere in her affairs, especially when a glint of enthusiasm passes her tired teary eyes?

She needed all the good energy and enthusiasm she could get at that moment.

"Yeah, unfortunately, he is outside fighting to free the slaves." That seems to catch her full attention as the strong mother I know looks out from the thinner version of her body as she says:

"Fighting? And slaves...? What are we waiting for then? Let’s go!"