It has been a few years after the empress' sister been imprisoned by the galactic prison known as Cthulhu. Kevra, with Okolu, has been gone for a long time and has been searching for the galactic prison.
Lumina was in her room sitting by her desk signing papers and sending messages on the computer to important officials. Now a young woman, as the future empress, she must get use to the same work her mother goes through. So she studied how to properly rule.
She stopped, and let out a side, elbows on the desk as she rubbed her eyes. She took notice of the plant on her desk, it was withered and dull in color. Grabbing her glass of water, she poured some water into it, and after a moment she placed her hands on the side and blue flames emitted from them. The plant stood straight, its leaves perked up with color.
Since she's been spending time with Leah, she taught her how to use these abilities of hers. She started her lessons back while she was still a teen, she was told that this age was the best time to learn.
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On this clear afternoon Ruth the empress is on her balcony, watching the traffic of ships below in tbe streets of Wrenthal. The gentle breeze moved strands of her rosè colored hair. It was truly peaceful.
She looked ahead of herself, eyes fluttered . Lumina stood behind her.
"Mother?" Lumina stepped forward, her hands joinec gently at her abdomen.
Ruth sighed, eyes closed.
"I'm fine, Lumina," she said, opening her eyes before turming to face her.
Averting her eyes, Lumina shakes her head slightly.
"That's not what I was going to ask you." She returned her gaze.
Ruth walked past her, as Lumina followed.
"You have been asking that more often than I like," she said, entering her room.
"I'm fine. How many times do I have to say.
Ruth walked to a small table beside her bed, where a bottle of red wine rested.
Lumina has always known her mother to drink, she has never known her without a glass in her hand.
"I'm almost done with my work."
Ruth took a sip from her glass, savoring the taste before swallowing, her eyes hsving a blank stare ahead.
"Great." Her tone wasdrawn out.
Ignoring her her mother's mood, Lumina turned her gaze to the painting illustration of Angelica, whom is known to be worshipped as the goddess of light in the temples in a romote region. That's what she was told.
She turns to her mother who was now sitting at her desk.
"For the past week you've said very little to me. Are you sure you okay?"
"There you go again with that same redundant question of yours." Ruth said, taking a sip from hwr wine.
Lumina stepped towards her, eyeing her drink.
'With what you're going through," she continued, before receiving a glare from Ruth.
"Either you get over it, or you can just tell me please! I really need to know, you have to tell me what's bothering you."
Ruth's face softened, she looked at the moniter with a blank look on her face. "Alecia, I've lost her twice."
Lumina blinked her eyes, and looked at her with her brows now loosened.
"You must remember, she's not dead."
Ruth looked at her drink, rocking her glass, causing the wine to coat the inside.
"It feels like she is. Just when she came back a few years ago, I lost her again. It wasn't even a week."
"Is there any way to contact her? Any way at all?"
"I told you already I can't," Ruth answered, taking another sip from her glass.
"It's not possible to contact anyone there. They've been quiet since they took her and..."
Lumima averted her eyes, only for her to look at the painting of Angelica once more.
"Is it true that no one comes back from that Cthulhu?" She asked, returning her attention to Ruth.
Ruth stayed silent, and stared blankly at the screen before her.
"Mother?"
"Don't you have work to do, Lumina?" Ruth glared up at her.
"Focus on that. I have other things to do on my end, until then, I'll see you at dinner."
Ruth stood up from her chair and left the room, leaving her drink behind.
Lumina looked at the glass for a moment, it was half full. She never knew her mother to not finish a glass of her favourite drink.
She walked outside and onto tbe balcony, and rested ger hands on the wall. Watchingthe busy city before her.
How is she going to tell her mother about herself? What will she think of her when her mother already saw get her aunt as a freak, an aunt she barely knew, barely spent any time with, whom she might never see again.