PART Two:
[Narrator]
Something grand had happened!
The little foxes and the child vanished!
Darkness seemed to be rather happy, his smirk was gleamed with knowing.
[Chorus]
The otherworld is hard to see.
By anyone who doesn't believe.
And every fae, that guards its doors.
Knows its children are forlorn.
Sing, sing little sprite
Mother is calling us tonight.
We dance with air, wind, and fire.
With the soil of Aeyrns pire.
[Narrator]
We travel through time and space now. We hear the childs voice again, only older...
[Andro voice]
" Why did I Choose at all? It felt so real. How did I know?. Who.. Who were you? A Mother? My.. mother? Are you my mother? What happened back then. Was it really all a dream? If it was.. then why can't I forget it? Why does it feel like such a key part of me?
[Break]
[Narrator]
The creature stood on hill in the middle of a field. Orion prominantly in view, and the wind caressed its cheek gently. The child now grown was seeking answers. Memories flew by so fast, as the heart tried to know.
[Chorus]
The otherworld is hard to see.
By anyone who doesn't believe.
And every fae, that guards its doors.
Knows its children are forlorn.
Sing, sing little sprite
Mother is calling us tonight.
We dance with air, wind, and fire.
With the soil of Aeyrns pyre.
[ Andro voice]
I think I am beginning to understand...
[Break]
Thank you.. for the chance to live..mother, spirt.
I..
I haven't always taken the best care of them..
[Whisper] [Motherly voice]
Who?..
Your little foxes..?
[Andro voice]
Yes...
or...I should say..
...Myself.
They are both parts of me.. aren't they?
I was a rainbow, life didn't pass me by like it did my siblings..
Did you save me?
Did you gift me life?
Was that my real gift?
What of my sight?
[MOTHERly voice]
No.. my friend... My child.. the sight was always yours..
[Break]
Welcome home! Now... my child...
....LIVE..
LIVE WELL!
GO GET YOUR HEART!
AND.. PLEASE..
DON'T BE A STRANGER!
We are always here with you, just beyond the veil.
Home is always with you..
[Chorus]
The otherworld is hard to see.
By anyone who doesn't believe.
And every fae, that guards its doors.
Knows its children are forlorn.
Sing, sing little sprite
Mother is calling us tonight.
We dance with air, wind, and fire.
With the soil of Aeyrns pyre.
