Happy. They always looked so happy with their precious little ones. Laughter and joy filled their world. They would glow with it.

All I wanted was to be happy. To feel the pride and joy of a new little life that would call me mother, protector. Someone to love as I had never been loved. Someone to love me. Was it so much to ask? I never really thought so, but I was painfully wrong.

He called me a traitor, a seducer, succubus. I never meant to cause him harm, to dishonor him. I loved him and he never saw it, adored him and he would have none of it. All I wanted was a part of him that would love me. Just a small innocent part that would not turn me away, that would come to me for comfort. That would let me protect him.

Even now, watching others filled with joy that I will never know, I still love him. Knowing what he has done, the bitter hatred he holds for me...I still love him.

You may be lost to me now brother, but I have not lost everything...

"Mother...please get up."


[I'm crap at drawing wounds and too lazy to shade. Ah well.
Just a small segment of Lorelei's tale.]