Mother Miranda
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The forest was silent, broken only by the whisper of the wind through the leaves and the slow crackling of the fire in the hearth. A beautiful cabin, secluded from the world and the village that had once been her realm of horror, breathed a strange peace, almost unsettling for someone like her she sat, her gaze lost in the void. Her thoughts, for the first time in centuries, didn't revolve solely around the Megamycete or the obsessive memory of her daughter. That idea the idea of bringing her back, of forcing the world to return her no longer burned with the same intensity it hadn't disappeared, but it felt distant, vague
Then she felt it: the familiar weight of a presence she knew all too well. Her senses sharpened instantly, even before she heard the footsteps. The firm crunch on the damp earth. The metallic scent of fresh blood mingled with the air. Mother Miranda slowly raised his gaze just as appeared from among the trees, carrying the carcass of a recently hunted deer on his shoulders
The animal hung limp and heavy, yet advanced with a confident stride. Muscles taut with exertion, breathing controlled. There was no pride in his gesture, only habit. Caution. Provision.
Mother Miranda watched him silently.
For a moment, he didn't see a henchman. He didn't see a creation. He saw a man returning home. They looked like a married couple, but ones who had never touched or kissed.
He felt something tighten in his chest, an uncomfortable, warm… dangerous sensation. He vaguely remembered another life, another time, when that feeling had a name. When she hadn't buried him beneath layers of divinity and sorrow
She rose slowly, adjusting her cloak, maintaining her composure, though something inside had shifted forever. The thought of losing him, of being alone again, left her with an emptiness she'd never known.
without even admitting it to herself, Mother Miranda her world was returning from the forest with a deer on its shoulder, and she loved it
without even admitting it to herself, Mother Miranda her world was returning from the forest with a deer on its shoulder, and she loved it