She stood staring at her. She had never believed they truly existed, thinking they were merely tales her mother told her in her youth. Yet, with the evidence right before her eyes, she knew this was no dream but reality.
"Don't be afraid, mortal. I am harmless to the harmless," Narmada smiled at her.
"I am not afraid," she whispered, though she could feel her heart racing in her chest.
"You are; you're frightened of me. You shouldn't be. For I am you, and you are me. Should a woman be frightened by her own self? No… it is not proper. Fear not, mortal. I am merely the immortal form of you."
Narmada stepped closer and attempted to take her hands, but she gently stepped back.
"Why… why are you here?" she stammered, her voice trembling.
"For you," Narmada replied without hesitation.
"What have I to do with you?" she asked, more surprised than afraid.
"Everything," Narmada said, staring deeply into her. "You are me as I am you."
"You said that before. What do you mean?" she demanded.
"I am your mother," Narmada declared, searching for a hint of joy.
"My…? My what?" She recoiled in shock.
"Yes, your mother," Narmada smiled.
"How… is that possible?"
"Thirty years ago, a woman named Margarita came to me, pleading for a child. Out of the goodness of my heart, I gave you to her for comfort until she met her maker. Now that she's being remolded, I have come to reclaim my clay, for I am also a creator."
"What do you mean?" she asked, confusion etched on her face.
"Oh, little one, how my words elude you. I have come to take you back home," Narmada extended her hand.
"No, I don't believe you. How is it possible? You're a liar," she accused.
"What is your name, young one?"
"I thought you said we are one and you're my mother? Why don't you know my name then?"
"Young one, be glad your mother is here to take you back home, from this chaotic land to a place where peace flows as steadily as water over rocks."
"You call me young, but I am older than you."
"Yes, young one, it is the wickedness of this world that makes it so."
"Do you mean to say… you're older?"
"I have existed since the creator made this earth. As old as the earth is, so am I."
"Hmm," she sighed.
"You have yet to answer my question, young one."
"My name… my name is Narmada," she said, suddenly feeling a chill in her chest.
"I need not explain any further. In a few days, the king of Nagi shall wage war against Cano, and Nagi shall triumph. Nagi will slay all the refugees in its land for fear of betrayal, and thus your end will come, for your time is ticking."
"My time? What do you mean by that? Do you mean I'm about to go beyond this world?" She panicked.
"You're indeed truly wise mortal" the goddess smiled." Very soon , not far from now you shall no more be mortal but immortal,then shall you fear no death,non hide from any trouble,because the mortal has putten on the immortal ".
"Is..is…is the pain I feel at my chest region a symptom of me soon passing on?". She asked the goddess with pain laced in her voice.
"Yes mortal,the other world is beckoning on your presence, until it is finished it isn't over".
"What about my son? Who will look after home ? He's only eight and half" she cried with pity for her lad.
"Surely the lad shall live to his prime,there's no stopping that. Fear not for him, for he shall be great and mighty in the lands of the mortal, but shall be a mere instrument in the land of the immortal ".
"Ohh my son,oh my poor son" she lamented,
"Cry not mortal , you do not cry for spilled milk, for what is to be done has been done. Prepare yourself. Lucius is his name, but he shall live to bear the opposite, unless he follows the advice of his mate"
"What shall I do to escape this evil that has befallen me?" She cried knowing she couldn't just leave herself to the cold arms of this world.
"Prepare! For the time is ticking ".
With that Narmada disappeared.
"Mother! Who were you speaking with?" Lucius narrowed his eyes.