In the same year, the cold and normal night I began to feel, absorb, and refine Qi, she was there. She had helped me focus my breathing, and after I was able to take the first step, she started with her stickiness...
Hugging me tight, it felt like a snake wrapping me in its arms. — Own, my baby. Give mommy a kiss... — she said, pulling her face away and placing her left cheek near my lips.
Looking at her puffed cheek, I placed my hands on her face and pushed her away. — M-Mom, let me go! I'm already too old for this... — I grunted, my face turning red.
She sighed and stood up, moving towards the door. — Good night, son. Congratulations on your first cultivation... — she sighed, turning to the door with a slight smile and sad look.
She stopped at the door and turned to me. — Tomorrow, I'll teach you the basics of cultivation... — she said, her hand on the doorknob.
Noticing her sad look, my heart tightened, and my lips trembled. I instantly ran towards her. — Mom! — I whispered, putting my arms around her waist.
She crouched down and put her hand on my face with a smile. — Son... — she sighed. When my lips touched her cheek, her eyes widened, and her cheeks turned pink.
Her face lit up with joy, and she hugged me so tightly that it almost broke my waist. And of course, my face was covered in her lipstick. — Can I make a request, son? — she asked, looking into my eyes.
Looking at her, with a smile. — Y-yes, mom... — I said, averting her intense gaze.
My mother puffed up a cheek. — It's Mommy...! You little baby... — she stammered, running her hand over my head. — Don't grow up too fast, Arthur. Otherwise, you'll forget me... — she whispered, her voice trembling, then covered her mouth with a trembling hand.
I put my arms around her neck. — I'll never forget you, Mommy. I want to be strong enough to protect you, so we don't have to run away all the time! — I whispered in her ear.
Allana started crying in the other room, and my mother sighed. — Ahh, Allana... I know, just don't forget your old mother... — she vented, running her hand over my head and leaving, closing the door.
She was not even thirty years old, and she already considered herself old. According to the Pendragon law, adults are thirty years old and above, so she wasn't even an adult yet...
... But, when was it all lost...? I was so ungrateful that I ruined this?! … When I received the Light's Core, I fused with the consciousness of several people, the oldest being Tyron Zephyros, who was over ten thousand years old. That made my mind older than my own mother—sorry, the mother of this body. I'm not that Arthur anymore...
Of course, I still don't remember my past lives, and I don't care about those lives. I'm Andromeda's son! Even if that is logically impossible, Arthur is part of me, and she is part of Arthur.
A lot happened after the night she taught me the basic lessons of Qi. A few weeks later, I had a breakthrough. I was in the Foundation Realm, and the idea was to focus and solidify my meridians.
On the same day that I evolved, we had to flee once again. Aca's assassins had found us. We ran to the beach, where a boat prepared by Windsor was ready to start the journey.
We got into the boat while Windsor held off the assassins. After dealing with the last of them, he came to meet us, and we traveled to the island.
Arriving on the beach of Protoss Island after days of travel, the Amazons surrounded us from all sides with spears, shields, and arrows pointed in our direction. And my grandmother, Cassandra the great, showed up...
The woman with the appearance of a teenager, Cassandra. She was beautiful, not in the sense of much, not like Andromeda—who was considered the most beautiful in the United Kingdom.
Cassandra was not statuesque. She had long, unkempt blond hair that ran down her back, big green eyes that exuded debauchery and arrogance, a thin and elegant nose inherited by my mother, full and pink lips that attracted the eye, a beautiful and well-defined face, an athletic and slightly muscular body. Her curves and chest, hips and backside volume maintained her femininity.
In front of us, my mother approached Cassandra with hesitant steps, clenched fists and sweat running down her face. — It's me, your daughter, Andromeda. — she said, looking at the sand on the ground.
It was intensely hot; the sun was burning like never before that afternoon. The beach looked like a desert, with nothing around but water and sand.
Queen Cassandra's bodyguards aimed their spears and stood in combat position. — Don't come near the Queen! — they exclaimed, looking at my mother with blood in their eyes.
Of course, my mother was not dressed like a princess. She wore a simple and comfortable golden dress that covered her entire body, loose hair that ran down her back, and brown sandals tied close to her knees. It was a normal attire, and she was older, having left the island at seventeen and returned at twenty-six.
One of the officers looked at the boat and saw me and Windsor lying down. I, due to the rapid evolution I was experiencing, my body could not cope, and Windsor was injured in the fight with the assassins. — What's that? That are... men? — the officer questioned hesitantly, veins filling her face as she pressed the spear firmly in her hands.
I could feel the boiling aura of the Amazons on that beach. The veins on their faces, the way they held her weapons tight, ready to attack, and the bloodthirsty look in their eyes. It was as if they had witnessed a sin. No man had set foot on that island since Pendragon. He was the first and last.
Looking at the queen, my mother screamed with tears in her eyes. — Aren't you going to say anything?! — Her lips were quivering, her eyes looking at the queen with uncertainty and tears in the corners.
The great Queen Cassandra—with a golden breastplate covering the front and upper back that reflected the intense sunlight, a supple golden metallic skirt, and golden boots that covered her feet to her knees—ran towards her daughter, her cloak danced behind her back. It seemed like she wanted to kill my mother...
My mother lowered her head, pressed her lips and clenched her fists. — Mother... Forgive me, forgive me for everything I've done... — she begged, struggling to hold back her tears.