Her
My guardian is Love, the most hated among the gods.
From her own home, she must flee.
For me, she must take flight.
Her sister's plan was effective, as expected from the goddess of wisdom, yet even now the Light gods, the younger siblings of the deities of Love, Wisdom and Time pursue her, pursue us.
And all for what?
Because I attempted to seek justice for my mother?
The rage inside me seethes hotly, and my essence boils, heating the crystal vial, my new body, and this is met with my guardian's attention. "Do not turn your anger into hate, little one," she breathes softly. "Wrong cannot win against wrong."
I sigh. Had I still eyes, I would have rolled them.
Behind her, I hear them, the Flame nymphs tasked with returning me to Pyrun'e for him to do to my essence what he has done to my body. I turn cold with fright at the memory, but my guardian is reassuring. "Not as long as we can help it. Now, for the one place Higher nymphs can never go."
In that moment, I know.
Our destination is Earth.
A drop through the infinity between the realm of the gods and the realm of men, and the nymphs are well away from us...yet we do not arrive Earth. We hover just above it as my guardian pauses, feeling for the perfect host, then slowly gasps the name.
"Amila'i."
Had I still eyes, they would have filled with tears.
Mother.
"Yes." I sense the goddess of love is near tears. "Mother. This mortal bears her name."
A moment later, I am staring into the child's broken soul clothed in her violated body, with her tormentor, a Light, standing over her.
The perfect victim for my rage.
The great goddess Nivira sets my free, and immediately I take possession, bringing the child's tormentor to his knees before reposing in her soul, buried under her recollection of this moment "until the time is right," according to Na'edzin, the great goddess of wisdom, still I wonder.
When?
An answer is unexpected, but I receive one.
Nineteen years.
