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"Visions of The Past"
Krolia could not sleep. It wasn't because of the place. She could sleep on the floor of a cave. It wasn't because of the company. She loved the fact that her kit was with her once again. It was for a couple of other reasons. She was on guard duty, allowing her kit the rest he desperately needed. However, she had also been shown a vision from her kit's past. It was a very quick one, but she had seen enough to understand what had happened.
Her kit's father, her beloved mate, had died when Keith was still young. Keith was still young in Galra culture, but in the vision she saw, he was even younger. He was wearing a long sleeved white shirt under a red short sleeve t-shirt, a pair of denim shorts, and a pair of sneakers. He was standing in front of a gravestone in a cemetery with tears coursing down his face. She hadn't gotten a look at the name on the tombstone, but it hadn't been necessary. She knew whose grave it was. There was only one being on Earth whose death would cause her kit to cry like that. When the vision passed, she had to stop herself from crying out as it would definitely wake up not only her kit but the wolf pup they rescued as well. She didn't want to disturb their sleep, resolving to speak with Keith about his father's death in the morning.
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Keith eyed Krolia as they ate their morning meal. He may not have known her for awhile, but he could tell something happened last night. It probably wasn't something that tried to attack them or invade their camp. The way she kept taking little glances at him made him think that she had seen something in the visions. She was more than likely shown something from his past. That made him grimace. There were a multitude of things she could have seen; things he didn't really want to discuss.
"Kit."
Keith jerked his head up to fully look at his mom. "Yes?"
"I know you've been watching me."
"Well, I noticed that you've had a rough night, probably saw something in one of those flashes."
"You are very perceptive, my kit. Yes. I saw something that I need to ask you about, but it's a touchy subject."
Keith sighed and set his bowl to the side, letting the wolf pup clean it. "All right. Let's just get right to it. The quicker this conversation is over, the less hurt, right?"
"All right, kit. When did your father die?"
Keith couldn't help the flinch at the question. "Um, he died when I was seven."
"What happened after he died?"
"I went into foster care, but no one kept me for too long. I was too angry and too hard to raise, and the families routinely returned me to the group home. It wasn't until Shiro came to my school to recruit for the Garrison that I was no longer alone."
"How long were you alone?"
"After a couple of years of people trying to raise me, I stayed at the group home for the next four years."
"Four ye-oh, kit." Krolia held her arms out. "Come here."
Keith didn't even hesitate and launched himself into his mother's arms, tucking himself under her chin. She held him tight, nosing his hair and rumbling to him. He felt the love coming from her and knew that he wouldn't have to be alone again. After all, she said that she would never leave him again.
Fin