#{ don't mind me just writing drabbles b/c i want to write a bit with Eath's dad but can't normally soooooo }

[oflostinfound]

The Meeting.

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The tiny crystal sits in Agares' palm, her head scribe was reporting their findings to her- but his words fell of deaf ears. This little trinket said all that needed to be said.

A wave of the hand and his ramblings cease, and soon her study is left empty save for herself.

The moment he's gone, the moment she's sure she's alone, she hugs the crystal close to her chest.

|| 👑 ||: ❝ What has happened to you... ❞

Holding her closed hand in the other, she wanders across the study to a bookcase. Pulling out a tome, a soft click as the secret door slides away revealing not a room, but a portal. One that comes to life as she presses the tiny crystal she was given to the top of the doorway. The ancient magic flickering, as if on the verge of dying.

A different kind of ingress, one made of the magic of not just herself, but her oldest friend. Created back long before they called each other family, long before they'd began to share features, right after they'd fallen together, unwilling to leave the other behind. A gateway hidden from all eyes except the two of them.

Steeling herself, she steps through. A secret garden, buried deep below the surface of their mirrored planet. She takes a seat beneath the roots of an ancient tree, nurtured by pure magic to construct this secret place. Crystalized memories hanging in the air, alighting the room as muffled unintelligible voices echo out from them.

It's hours before the other doorway opens. She stands the moment the light of the magic flickers in the corner of her eyes, to witness her son step through the doorway with his cane. Calling out into the darkness,

|| 🔮 ||: ❝ Agares-? ❞

Before he can say any more she'd already ran up to him to pull him into an embrace.

|| 👑 ||: ❝ My son- ❞

It'd been centuries since she'd last seen him, he seemed frail, exhausted, saddened... To see her son in such a state broke her heart, to think he'd been hiding all of this from her, how she had failed him.

Soon his arms wrap around his mother, and she can feel teardrops stain the shoulder of her dress as he shakes slightly in the hug.

|| 🔮 ||: ❝ Mother I- ❞

|| 👑 ||: ❝ Hush now, child. ❞

She mutters, pulling back to hold him by his shoulders at arms length. Blind eyes staring through her, but full of tears all the same.

|| 👑 ||: ❝ Come, sit, we need to talk- ❞

|| 🔮 ||: ❝ Is she alive? ❞

He interrupts her, grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands off his shoulders, his brows furrowed, his voice horse as he continues,

|| 🔮 ||: ❝ Where is my daughter? ❞