Epilogue

Sweat beads appeared on her forehead. She didnt know why

but she knew she couldnt stop, couldnt look back. She had
come too far. If she turned now all he had done to protect
her, his death would have been in vain. Her lungs were killing
her. She could run no longer. She heard a blood curdling
scream that could raise the dead, belated realising
somewhere inside her that the scream had escaped her lips.
The pain was excruciating.
She clutched her baby bump. She had to remain strong for
him and for the baby. She saw smoke rising at a distance and
she knew someone resided close by. She began the torturous
walk again but, after a few yards she collapsed.
Myra was going in and out of consciousness and she could
only feel pain, raw pain. She yelled and saw faces as she
zoned in and out. She couldnt remember a thing. All she
wanted was the pain to stop. But she knew it was over it was
almost over. Darkness began to take her in, the darkness
could make it stop once and for all and Myra knew that. She
just had to give in and it felt really good, this darkness. Then
Myra didnt know why but she had to hold on and so she did.
Her eyes fluttered open and the suns rays that streamed in
through the window lit the entire room. The window itself
had a pattern on the glass pane. It looked so familiar and yet
very strange. Three circles fading away like teardrops that
held beautiful and delicate curves at their fading ends. She
was mesmerised and she yet couldnt place it. Then her gaze
shifted to the sole humming bird so exotically placed in the
middle of it all. It was beautiful, the bird. It looked like it
would come alive and fly away. It looked strong and mighty
despite the delicateness. The whole design was surreal.
Slowly she took in the enite room. Oak doors and framed
windows, there was a portrait of a woman with a baby girl
smiling and for some reason that touched the deepest corner
of Myras heart. The bed was soft and she felt comfortable
blankets surround her. She felt the dread set in. This couldnt
be right.
Her hands flew to her abdomen and came empty. Now she
knew she had to run, find her baby and flee. She was ready to
take off when she felt more than heard something soft move
beside her. She had never been so thankful in her entire life.
She lifted the bundle up and looked at the face of her baby. It
was her boy, their child and she would kill to keep him safe,
hell she would die to protect him.
A woman walked through the door and recognition hit. She
looked like an older version of the woman in the portrait. The
woman carried herself with grace.
How do you feel child? she enquired.
Myra had no idea as to how, but she completely trusted this
fragile looking woman.
Thank you for saving my child and the hospitality you have
shown was all she could say.
An old man walked in right after. Myra couldnt help the gasp
that escaped her lips. This man looked like an older version of
him , her husband Ian. Except, the eyes were emerald which
was all wrong. She looked back at the lady and into her eyes.
She gasped. Her eyes were the same colour as Ians had
been. The deep blue colour from the periphery merged in
with the light blue colour. The blend was so perfect. She had
never seen eyes like his. And now she was very confused.
She held her baby closer and looking into his boring deep
eyes she saw the same blue colour. The pieces fell into place
but yet made no sense. Her baby had flecks of green blending
in with his blue and Myra knew she could weep. Her boy had
taking the green flecks after her green flecks splattered in her
amethyst coloured eyes, eyes that looked almost black blue.
Did you know a boy named Ian? Myra couldnt stop herself
from asking.
Shock registered on the old couples faces but there was also
the serene look that told her they knew this was coming and
they seemed happy.
He was our son who left home a long time ago for the
greater good he wanted to bring to this world. The old lady
smiled but there was a sadness so deep in her eyes, it made
Myras heart ache.
With tears streaming down her face she told the woman,
Your son was the only man I ever loved and.. she broke
down.
The way the lady put an arm around her told her that the
lady knew.
A sudden pain clutched at Myras abdomen again and she
knew this pain was going to be the end.
She hugged her baby and kissed his forehead with tears
glistening in her eyes.
You shall be called Ian and you will be as brave an gallant as
your father.
She handed the bundle to his grandmother and hugged her
and she knew she had to take off.
I have to go and I know I will not be-
The hug she got in return took her by surprise. This woman
had yet again surprised her and understood without a word.
Myra ran out the door and she kept going. He was going to
be safe and that is all that mattered. She ran as fast as the
wind using everything inside her and as soon as she crossed
the forest she collapsed. And this time she let the darkness
take her for good. The last thing she saw before she saw
nothing at all were a pair of blue deep blue eyes.

Chapter 1
Andromeda had no idea why she even put up with the boys
request to go study. She worried too much but it was only
fair. She had lost a lot of loved ones and couldnt stand to
lose him. And now she wasnt there to watch over him. Yes
he knew all he needed to know that would keep him safe.
She had told him everything and had left out nothing.
Ignorance maybe was bliss but, he needed to protect him
and knowledge was power. If he didnt know he would.. she
didnt even want to imagine it.
She called the boy for the tenth time in two days. Ian
answered at the first ring.
Hey ma! Excitement laced his voice. It was his last day of
senior year.
Oh baby, how is my all grown young man?
Ma, I am going to be home in a week!
Her heart rejoiced. She would bake his favourite cookies and
surprise him. She talked for some time and when she was
content he was all ok she hung up. Oh she couldnt wait to
see him.

Ian knew it was time to go home but he hated leaving. He
loved his home but he knew he had a lot more to do which
could only be accomplished if he got to college and studied
and found ways to restore peace.
He was all packed up and ready to leave. Just as he was
about to lift his bag he felt this growing sensation, this
burning humming sensation he had been feeling all week
begin to buzz again. Ian did not know how but he knew this
was stronger than the previous time. He would go home and
talk to gramps about it.
He boarded the flight that connected to the city closest to his
home. His home was situated in the plains of Cassiopeia,
however odd the name sounded, the place was beautiful and
filled with magic or so Ian liked to imagine. It brought a smile
to his face. Cassiopeia was surrounded by forests. It had a
tiny place hillock beyond which you could see, if the anlge
the sun made with the horizon was correct while it drizzled,
one could see five rainbows. All neatly placed and looked like
a picture out of a fairy tale.
He landed and headed straight home with his gramps.
Hey gramps, there has been this humming burning
sensation in my left wrist that radiates through my palm he
said.
He heard James gasp. He patiently waited for his gramps to
digest it. The entire ride home gramps didnt say a word.
Once home Ian ran inside and lifted his frail looking grandma
and hugged her. Ian knew that his frail looking grandma had
immense strength. He smiled and smelled cookies. He
absolutely loved his grandma.