The Fire's Within

Chapter 3: Her First Years

☆Asher☆

I don't know how they found us, but over the next week, I have reporters knocking on my door wanting to hear what happened. It made organising Ada's funeral, cremation and packing, as well as getting stuff organised for the move, more difficult. Sage said it was inevitable so on the third day of them knocking, I tapped a printed notice to the door that I will be explaining what happened and answering questions at a scheduled date and time. This stopped most of the knocking at least.

On the fourth day home from the hospital, and with the help of Krystal, we held Ada's funeral. I tried to keep it just our family, but of course, the reporters were lurking outside the funeral home, not giving a damn that I'm grieving my wife, my mate. Krystal sat in the back seat next to Nyx, while Miller sat in the front as I drove the car slowly behind the hearse carrying Ada's coffin to the crematorium.

Silent tears tracked down Krystal's face, her handkerchief soaked long ago, while Miller sat there with contempt and disgust plastered all across his face. He was making it crystal clear he wanted to be anywhere but here, supporting his pregnant mate and brother-in-law through their grief. He's too busy moaning about not having a beer until after the funeral. The only reason I'm driving is that he was already over the limit to drive us. It was a beautiful ceremony, and he just ruined it.

On the sixth day, I stand on my front doorstep, Nyx in my arms, and tell them her story. I tell them of my wife's death, Sally luckily pulled through and is resting at home with just a broken leg. I tell them of Nyx dying after her birth, and then getting the call from the hospital twelve hours later, telling me of her being alive. I don't tell them of anything supernatural, just that it was a miracle from god. I even use the term god instead of goddess.

I press the fact that I have no ill will towards the hospital. That it was a miracle and I made sure they wrote it out as one, and not a story about suing the hospital which I was thankful for. She became the miracle girl that was reborn. She was even compared to Jesus, which worked in my favour, making me both breathe a sigh of relief, and laugh, and Sage was right that no supernatural creature would let this story out, so we should be safe. For now.

I had spoken to Krystal the day after I brought Nyx home from the hospital about coming with us, and she said she wanted to come. Miller wasn't too happy about that but she won't budge on this, no matter how hard he tried, so he relented. I wondered with the mood Miller has been in lately, what sort of sick punishment he would come up with to punish Krystal. Ada had said many times to me that she didn't trust him, and the feeling still lingered, even for me.

But Krystal said we needed each other to get through this grief, and I agreed, I just didn't want to put her and her family in the danger that we were in. But once she pointed out that she could help me with Nyx, I knew I wasn't able to refuse. So with Sage's help, and the information she gave me, I had a series of vans set up in a complex game of shuffle. Our belongings were switched a few times, and then split up, and switched a few more times, to then arrive at the same time at our new home. All to make it harder to track.

When we finally arrive, I take the time to settle in, and I thank the goddess and Ada for my little princess. She's such an intuitive and sensitive baby. Like she knows when I need something and she gives it to me, and she's growing so fast. She's so good I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. She doesn't cry or fuss, she is a very happy and content girl. She fills up every moment of my time and it helps me get through the worst of my grief, although I know that there's a huge piece of my soul missing, and I have to live with that for the rest of my life, Nyx eases that pain.
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~ Nyx: Age One ~

"Nyx! Where are you hiding?" I called. She's just turned one and has come into her ability to go invisible. Something that wasn't usually possible until puberty, but my daughter surprises me every day. The fact that she started walking at eight months, made her mischievous nature, dangerous in her innocence.