Mia's Art and Fics
Well guys, here’s my thread for my art/fics. ^.^ I’ll update as much as I can and plz comment. I’ll love to hear what you guys have to say. ^.^; heheheh. So, enjoy and check back real soon. And I leave you guys with the prologue to my new fic “Motherland” a.k.a Mia’s Odyssey. (I'll post some pics later)
UPDATE: THIS IS MY VISION OF SAM! THIS THE SAME SAM, BUT IN MY STYLE. *gets bricked* >o<
"Motherland"
Prologue- A Mother's Plate
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A young mudokon mother raced through the unforgiving iron of a lab with her newborn baby in her arms. She panted, exhausted from her escape from her captives, but she don’t dare to stop. Not this time. She wasn’t going to end it that way. She had too many babies taking away from her. Too many young lives had died for her failure to protect them.
She had her baby close as she turned a corner and down another corroder. Her son wailed in her arms. She most likely had let the head go while turning and he was telling her about it. He was only months old, so she knew that letting the head go was one of the worst things you could do to a baby his age.
“Get her!” She heard behind her, “Get her and that god damned baby of hers!”
She kicked down a door to a long forgotten storage room and darted in, slamming the door behind her. She eased herself onto the floor, rocking her son back and forth.
He was still crying. He always cried. That was one of the reasons why she had to escape with him. The glukkons were threatening to kill him. They hated the sound of mudokon voices, let alone a baby’s cry. So, she had to save him.
“Sh. Sh. Sh.” She said, solfly, “Mommy’s here, sweetie. Mommy wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
He stopped crying. Then looked up at her with tearful eyes, not knowing what to believe. She looked back and smiled, hoping to gain his trust again. He just stared back, silent and shuddering.
“Listen to me,” she whispered, “I know that your going to do great things for us. You’re the one that’s going to free us. You’re the chosen one.”
She shuddered reached into the pocket in her shirt and continued, “But you can’t save us if you die tonight.”
She pulled out a long piece leather attached to an needle, “You have to be strong, sweetheart.”
She held out the leather over his face and cried, “I’m so sorry, baby. Please forgive me…”
With that she drove the needle down into his lip. He cried out in pain. She just watched her son bleed. This was hurt her more then it was hurting her. She stitched one side of his mouth shut. Her little baby had to go through with the pain, but in the end it would save him. And hopefully, it herself.
“I love you…” she whispered, “I love you…”
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Mia: *looking at Abe's moon* I can feel her, Abe.
Abe: Huh?
Mia: *looks at him* I can feel mother.
Last edited by Mia the Mud; 05-10-2007 at 05:20 PM..
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