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It's cold. It's very cold.
One moment, they were in their beds in the safety of Rose's sanctuary, tucked under their father's wings. The next moment...
Void. Endless void.
Gripping Lullah's hand tightly, Chayanne scanned the darkness. He couldn't sense any danger, but that didn't stop him from grabbing for his blade.
A blade that was no longer there.
"There you are!"
A voice called out, startling the two siblings. On instinct, Chayanne pulled Lullah close, holding her tightly to keep her from harm.
“Oh, come on. I'm not THAT scary!"
Suddenly, the dark void the siblings found themselves in lit into stars. Endless swirls of lights that seemed to pluck the anxiety straight from the hearts of the two. A path of stars lit in front of the pair. Darkness seemed to shift and move as something approached.
Or, someone.
Chayanne and Lullah knew this presence. It felt familiar, the same as their papa Phil. The pair let go of each other's hand. The person stopped in front of them, the darkness fading into the form of a woman. Wither roses covered the hat on Her head, a veil of stars at the ends.
She looked down at the pair, smiling.
"You know, Phil told me you two were adorable. But his words did no justice.”
She crouched in front of the two, arms wide open. Without any doubt in their minds, Chayanne and Lullah ran to Her, tears running down their faces. Their minds screamed the same word.
Mom.
Unlike the cold of the void, She was warm. So very warm. With a voice of a lullaby, She kissed the forehead of both of them.
"Welcome home, my children.”