Meeting With Illyanna and My Parents

The moment I crossed the threshold, a sense of familiarity washed over me. The mansion mirrored my real house, only grander, with an undeniable touch of fantasy.

It was as if I had walked right into my own imagination. The piano that mother would often play during her leisurely afternoons stood near the staircase, just as it did in my reality. Tentatively, I reached out, my fingers tracing the cool keys. To my surprise, the sensation felt as real as ever.

The scent of fried chicken wafted in from the kitchen, growing stronger with every step I took. An unbidden memory of grandma's fried chicken surfaced in my mind. I pressed a hand to my heart as nostalgia swept over me in powerful waves.

The faint pitter-patter of hurried steps echoed from the staircase. The swishing sound of a skirt against stairs reached my ears, but before I could turn my head, a high-pitched shout rang out.

"Max!"

Caught off guard, I was barely able to pivot around when a tiny figure, no taller than my waist, flung herself at me. Her face burrowed into my leg, hugging me tightly.

"Why no head pat today, Max?" Her voice was high-pitched and bubbly. She looked up at me, her bright blue eyes twinkling with innocence. A mop of blonde hair framed her cherubic face, and she wore a pink skirt adorned with floral patterns. She couldn't be more than six years old.

Stunned, I stared down at her. My voice wavered when I finally found it. "Illyanna...is that you?"

"Of course, it's me, Max!" Her puzzled expression mirrored my own. "Are you okay?"

The dam of emotions inside me broke. Kneeling down, I pulled her into a tight hug, the tears streaming down my face. "I've missed you so much, Illyanna."

Confusion lined her face as she mumbled that we just met this morning before I went to Tarvernia. "You should forget whatever is bothering you, Max. You're not alone anymore. We're all here."

I nodded, wiping away the tears. With a gentle hand, I patted her head. At her question, I cleared my throat, mustering a confident tone, "I'm okay now, Illyanna."

Her face broke into a radiant grin. Grabbing my hand, she began to drag me towards the kitchen, her small form bouncing with excitement. "We should hurry, everyone's waiting. You took too long to come back from Tarvernia! But soon we will get a Teleportation Amulet."

A laugh escaped my lips. Her words served as a reminder that I was in my fantasy world, where even magic was possible. Gathering myself, I let her guide me to the kitchen. The anticipation of meeting the rest of my family in this alternate world was a swirling mix of excitement and trepidation. Yet the sheer joy of the reunion far outweighed the unfamiliarity of this magical world.

Stepping into the kitchen was like stepping back in time, and yet there was an unmistakable fantastical twist to it. The familiarity of the kitchen's layout was uncanny, resembling my real-world kitchen. Although some modern appliances like the dishwasher had been replaced by intriguingly odd-looking contraptions, they held an enchanting, mythical aura.

All around me, my family waited at the dining table. Illyanna clung onto my hand like a lifeline, her gaze taking in everything excitedly. Meanwhile, Matterinna was bustling about, serving dishes and tidying up with a practiced hand.

From behind a newspaper, the captivating images and headlines on it shifting and moving like magic, came a familiar voice. An older man, brown-haired with striking red eyes and a smattering of facial hair sat there, his attire more akin to a cliché fantasy adventurer's. Yet it was his face, his voice, that sent a jolt through me – it was unmistakably my father.

"Max, how are things in Tarvernia?" he inquired, peeking over his newspaper.

Beside him, a woman with a mane of pink hair and the same distinctive red eyes laughed. Dressed in a bard-like outfit of black and pink with golden trimmings, her voice held a welcoming softness.

She chimed in with, "And how's it going with the Aasimar girl from the guild?" Her sly grin suggested she already knew more than she let on. "She's been throwing some rather obvious hints your way."

Father looked taken aback, "Laussinna, are you sure the girl has taken a liking to our boy here?"

"Oh, dear Antrodos, you can be so dense sometimes! As a bard, it's my job to read people." Mother shot a pointed look at his newspaper, "In your case, like an open newspaper, perhaps?"

Laughter filled the room, including mine. It felt so familiar, so comforting. It was just like my real family, minus their constant absence due to work.

"Max, you seem a bit out of sorts. Sit down, dear." My mother's soothing voice broke through my nostalgia, followed by my father's teasing assurance that the chairs weren't rigged with an Explosion Rune or anything so fantastical.

Nodding, I took a seat, Illyanna plopping down next to me. Her small hand reached out to touch mine, her voice small as she asked, "Max, are you feeling better now?"

I turned to her, a wide grin splitting my face. "Yes, Illyanna, I'm feeling a lot better now."

Observing the change in me, my parents chimed in. "You seem to be in a great mood today, Max. None of your usual seriousness."

With newfound resolution, I nodded at them. "I promise, from now on, I won't be so gloomy."

Their good-natured teasing continued, each vying to outdo the other, promising dire consequences if I didn't uphold my promise. It was a warm welcome back into the heart of a family I had missed dearly.

As the final touch was placed on the feast, our gathering around the table took on an air of reverent anticipation. The platters were overflowing with a medley of dishes, but it was the fried chicken that snagged my gaze. An echo of my childhood favorites. Before we could dive into the meal, my mother waved her hands around, a silent call for our attention.

Having drawn all eyes to her, she gracefully slipped off her black gloves and placed them aside. Her eyes twinkled as she invited us to join her in prayer. I wasn't familiar with the customs of this world, so I simply moved my mouth along with her words, making a silent promise to myself to learn them later.

Her prayer had a mystical quality to it, the words spinning a tale of a deity known as The Divine Ones. It felt like I was in some epic fantasy game, the reality of Skyrim swirling into our own.

As the prayer ended, a gentle rebuke from my mother snapped me out of my thoughts. She'd caught me mimicking the words without truly praying. Apologizing, I lowered my gaze, her reprimand a familiar sensation.

Seeing my disheartened expression, she tenderly tilted my chin up, a soft apology slipping from her lips. Her words on the importance of prayer, of faith guiding us toward a brighter future resonated deeply with me. She spoke of unity and strength in facing challenges, and how faith could light the path through our darkest trials.

As I looked around, my father, Matterinna, and Illyanna were all nodding in agreement. The weight of my mother's gaze brought my focus back to her. She asked me to take the prayers to heart, to truly comprehend their importance. My affirmative response was earnest.

Letting me go, she gently kissed my forehead and urged me to enjoy the fried chicken. Seeing the lingering frown on my face, she reminded me of my earlier promise to refrain from being gloomy.

Her words sparked a smile on my face, and I thanked her. With a playful wink, she teased, "There's my handsome son." Barely a beat later, my father's hearty laughter echoed through the room as he ribbed me about getting schooled by my mother.

Quick as a flash, my mother turned to him with a sly smile, noting that his voice had been less than clear during the prayer too. Caught off guard, my father tried to explain away the hiccup, blaming an intrusive mosquito. My mother, ever the quick-witted bard, shrugged it off, telling him lies wouldn't work with her.

With a sheepish grin, my father gave in and apologized, choosing to hide his embarrassment behind a hefty bite of roasted lamb. Our laughter filled the room as we began to eat. I had to fight to keep the tears at bay, overwhelmed by the sheer joy of this unforgettable day.

Following our satisfying feast, we found ourselves ushered outside by Illyanna, her youthful excitement bubbling over into a proposition for a family game of tag. My father turned his gaze to the sun, then to the long shadows stretching out from our feet - his natural way of telling time in a world where clocks seemed to be as fantastical as dragons.

His countenance fell, discomfort leaking into his expression. Apologetically, he informed Illyanna that duty at Tarvernia was calling. His responsibilities as a Royal Guard had him tethered to the night shift.

Joining my father's sentiment, my mother regretfully added her own apologies. Her talent as a bard was in high demand at the local taverns, especially at night. The walk to Tarvernia would eat up a significant chunk of their remaining daylight hours.

My father threw in a rueful comment about their limited finances preventing them from securing faster modes of transportation like a horse or a Teleportation Amulet. Mother simply nodded, her eyes reflecting the same resigned disappointment.

The pair lowered their heads in an apology that was all too familiar. It was like a scene ripped straight from my past, the narrative of the hardworking parents perpetually pulled away by obligations. I watched as Illyanna's joyous energy deflated, her gaze dropping to the ground.

Resolving not to let the same patterns repeat in this new world, I moved to Illyanna's side, attempting to lift her spirits. But when my efforts proved fruitless, I squared my shoulders, preparing to confront my parents.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, I petitioned for their time, begging for just a little more shared joy before they departed for their duties. Matterinna moved to intercede, but my father halted her.

I pleaded with them to stay, to devote a small slice of their day to their children's happiness. It was all Illyanna and I wanted - a little time with our parents. This confession was unlike me, but it felt liberating to break free from my habitual silence.

My parents' faces reflected their shared sorrow and regret. My father began to respond but was silenced by my mother's hand. She knelt down to my level, holding my chin gently. With a soft smile, she suggested that a quick game of tag wouldn't hurt.

Hope ignited in my chest, and Illyanna burst into a gleeful dance around us. Mother turned to Father, assuring him it wouldn't take long. Though he seemed to protest, a few whispered words from my mother sent a flush creeping up his cheeks.

That was how we found ourselves racing around our home and the surrounding meadow, hours of merriment stretching out under the vast blue sky.

As the golden hues of sunset painted the horizon, the inevitable departure time arrived. They gave us their blessings and assurances, leaving us under Matterinna's care with reminders about bedtime, studying our prayers, and keeping ourselves safe. We each received a loving farewell - kisses, hugs, and heartfelt words that left us brimming with gratitude.

As they disappeared down the road, their figures gradually blending into the distance, we heard the faint melody of a lute. Mother, being a bard, was providing entertainment for their journey to Tarvernia.

Turning back to us, Matterinna asked if we'd enjoyed our day. Illyanna, sprawled out on the grassy field, gave an exhausted but exhilarated nod. I stood, staring out at the fantasy world spread before me. An adventure was beginning, and I was eager to embrace this new life with my family.