Elunara watched Tyralu attack a target dummy and felt a certain amount of auntly pride. The girl had spirit and was a quick learner. She excelled stealth and reconnaissance, and every starter quest she had been sent on had been dealt with using a quick efficiency that Elunara didn't often get out of new recruits. The only thing Tyralu hadn't done so far was take a humanoid life. Elunara knew that that first kill was always the hardest. Not for her, because she had come into the service broken, and felt nothing at the throats she slit. But for others...
Elunara stepped forward. "Alright. That's enough."
Tyralu dropped her stance and huffed and puffed. "Did I do a good job?"
"Good enough. I have a small task for you. Once again, the ever stubborn Defias are rumored to be stalking out their old hideout in Moonbrook. I want you to scout around and find any information. Do NOT go into their main base. It's one thing to explore the cave system below the farmhouse, it's another to go directly into territory. I want you to bring me back anything you find."
"Yes, Ma'am." Tyralu saluted. "I'll depart on the first gryphon out."
"Good girl."
Several days later, Elunara blinked at Tyralu. "You found what?"
"There is an old woman downstairs who claims she's been a prisoner of the Defias for the past thirty-six years. Says that she's been overlooked every time they've been raided. I found her chained to a stove. Judging by the scar on her ankle, I'd say she's telling the truth." Tyralu rubbed a hand on the back of her head. "There's one other thing."
"That is?"
"She says her last name is Shryke, and she had a son named Jordan..."
Elunara pushed up from her desk, before sitting back down. "Show her in."
Tyralu disappeared. Elunara closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing. This woman could be any one. Tyralu came back and an old woman slowly shuffled along behind her. She was thin and frail, with a blanket wrapped around her boney form. The resemblance to Jordan was still striking. Her blue eyes were wide and her moves jerky, but she focused on Elunara.
"When I last knew, Mathias was the leader of the SI:7."
"Mathias has retired. I took over from him."
She nodded slowly. "He is older than I. It stands to reason it would happen eventually."
"How old are you?"
"I'm seventy-five." She nodded. "A long time. It's been so long since I have seen more than a dirty old stove in that damnable boat."
"You say you have a son named Jordan. The resemblance is uncanny, and I know that face well."
"My son? My son is alive?" Tears began to roll down her face. "All these years..." She put her hands to her face and began to weep. "I feared for his life. I feared for my son. They told me... they told me if I didn't obey... if I stepped out of line, my son would die."
Elunara stood up and went around her desk. She helped the woman sit in the chair. "Who told you?"
"The Defias. VanCleef himself told me that they had agents on my son, they had my son, but wouldn't let me see him. Eventually, they stopped using him. By then I had given up. I assumed him dead... To find out, that after all these years..." She took the cloth Elunara offered and wiped her eyes. "Tell me, you know him?"
"He is my husband."
The woman's eyes went wide, and her mouth dropped open. "Married? My son is married?" She grabbed Elunara's shoulders. "To you?"
"Yes." Elunara gently pushed the woman back. "Your son is a great man. He is High General and trains the troops down in the training yard. We have been married over twenty years now."
The woman seemed to crumple in on herself. "I have missed so much of his life. My dear, sweet, baby boy. To find out, he not only lived, but to thrive so much..." She buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
"What is your name?" Elunara put a hand on the woman's back.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't even think... my name is Margaret."
"Tyralu," Elunara turned her attention. "Get Jordan. And be quick about it."
Tyralu disappeared.
"Tell me more." Margaret put her hands on Elunara's arm. "Tell me more about the child I lost."
"For starters, he has a son, Bradly, and a daughter, Lulu."
Tyralu raced through the streets, intent on her target. She was relieved to find Jordan standing on the sidelines, talking to her father. She stopped short of plowing into her dad. "Forgive me sirs, but I must intrude."
Mark chuckled. "She called me "sir"."
"Daddy, I have no time to explain. Elunara needs Uncle Jordan at SI:7 headquarters immediately. It's an emergency."
Jordan didn't bother to ask for more information, he just took off running. Ignoring protocol, he barged past everyone and made it up to Elunara's office in record time. He stopped short when he saw his wife talking quietly to a sobbing woman.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
The woman in the chair turned and gasped. She stood up on shaky legs and stumbled forward. Elunara grabbed the woman before she could fall. "Jordan! Jordan you ARE alive!" She cried.
"Elunara, who is this?" He stared at the woman.
"Your mother, apparently." Elunara frowned.
"My... my mother is dead. She died in a Defias attack on Sentinel Hill when I was a teenager."
"No, my baby." The woman shook her head. "No. I was captured. Captured and enslaved." She pulled up her shabby dress to reveal an ankle that was scarred and abraded. "Until that little girl picked the lock on my chains and brought me back."
"No..."
"Jordan, I know it's hard. But, look at her. Really look at her face. It's hard to mistake that bone structure." Elunara gestured. "Perhaps when we put some food in her belly and weight on her face... but I believe her. If you want me to confirm it, come here and I can test you both."
With slow steps, he made his way over, his eyes never leaving the old woman's face. Elunara grabbed both of their arms and channeled her energy. "We have a match."
"How are you able to do that?" The woman shook her head.
"It's a gift." Elunara shrugged.
"Mom?" Jordan whispered.
"Oh, baby! It is me! I swear it. I swear by everything there is to swear to. How much I've missed you." She reached out but hesitated to touch him. "Oh, what happened to your face?"
"A maniac killed him. I brought him back." Elunara shrugged.
"But, how?"
"It's a long story. More importantly, why don't you sit down and tell us how you came to be in the Defias' clutches?"