Dustmaker Aftermath

Dustmakers Pov

I had just teleported back home to find my mother, reasonably concerned for where I disappeared to in the middle of the night. "I'm sorry. I just needed to blow off some steam." I said.

"And how'd you do that?" She asks. "I hung out with someone. They help me when I need someone to talk to. By the way, I learned how to become invisible." I say as I vanish from my mothers sights. I then pull on her tail, and she turns around, as I slowly make myself visible again.

"How?" She asks. "Well, I manipulate the photons, or light around me in a specific way using magic so I can become invisible." I say.

"Of course you can." She sighs. "Yeah. I think I can do practically anything. Maybe even anything." I say.

"Why did everything have to change?" She asked. "I had to make a decision between bad or worse. Of course I didn't want to chose either, but I had to, so I chose bad." I said.

"I just want to know, do you feel the same pain of being unable to help like I do?" She asks. "No. I do feel pain, of lying. Of guilt. Of regret. But it's nothing I can't bare." I say.

"Well, I should go to school." I say. I leave in a flash and arrive at the school. I walk in and it wasn't too hard to answer questions since Darkstalker had gone over most of this with me. Then it was nap time. I knew we were young and a lot of kids enjoyed nap time, but wasn't it unproductive?

I grabbed a blanket and once it wrapped around me I felt a bit more tired. I guess I technically didn't sleep all night, so what harm could be done. I felt warmth travel through me as I slept. It was comfortable. I slept, and it was nice.

My eyes felt a lot better when I woke up. Surprisingly enough, Darkstalker was watching me intentfully. I woke up, and he looked at me. He then started talking. "Sorry, just wanted to make sure you went to sleep." He says.

Then I realize, he used my blanket for a spell so I'd sleep. Sometimes he knew what was best for me and my heath. Just because I'm immortal to some extent doesn't mean I should completely toss my humanity(?) out the window because of it. I guess that explains the weird aura. I didn't resist because I didn't want to.

I get up, and look at Darkstalker before giving my attention back to the class. My teacher was trying to teach me something I already know, so I answered the question easily. It was school so I can't say I was too bored.

I was doing well in school, but I didn't want to be a prodigy so I'd go easy now and then. I want to spend as much time with my mother as possible. And if she didn't accept me as the murder I was, I can always just reset and try again without her knowing a thing.

Without anyone knowing anything. Except Darkstalker and Whiteout. She seems to be clingy of him, but I wonder if she'll be the same way once she gets older. I wonder if I should be safe so his Foeslayer can't be hurt/killed by Icewings. Maybe, Darkstalker would take care of that.

No, he couldn't bare to hurt a fly unless the breath of evil was pulling the strings. I'd have to do it if I wanted to make sure my mother would never suffer again. But I'll only do it if I need to. If I know that the Icewings attacking her was a possibility? If they even try to hurt her, their won't be an Icewing tribe where Darkstalkers from. Only an Icewing and his two hybrid children.