"Wendy , you have a ….Uh… -- WAITAMINUTE!"

"*Giggles* Aunt Wendy!"

The Guard was Stunned "What... How did... Who is this child?! Wait.. aren't you --"

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"Hey! This is a restricted area! Children aren't allowed here! Where is her mother?"

"Mommy said I could come see Aunt Wendy!"

"Mommy? Who's her mother?"

"Over there! She's talking to some scary people."

"Scary people? Who's she talking to?"

"Yeah! There are some people with Swords! Super mean! They're not very nice."

The guard Growled, increasingly alarmed "Swords? Hold on, I need to alert the captain!"

""But I just want to see Aunt Wendy!"

The Neospacian Guard, initially hesitant, stares downwards at a small figure of only 4 years of age. The Young Misty unleashes an overwhelming amount of power in her ocean blue aura of Neos.The guard's eyes widened in shock as Misty's childish rage manifested into an overwhelming ocean blue aura around her. He couldn't believe what he was seeing—such power coming from a child so young was unheard of.

"That's... that's impossible!" the guard stammered, taking a step back as he felt threatened by the immense energy radiating from Misty. "A child her age can't possibly possess such power!"

Misty's fierce aura continued to swirl around her, making her presence even more intimidating. She pointed towards the door again, her determination evident in her voice. "I want to see Aunt Wendy now!"

Feeling both awed and uneasy, the guard quickly complied, fearing the consequences of denying the powerful young Neospacian. He opened the cell door and allowed Misty to enter, cautiously keeping an eye on her aura.

Misty marched straight to Wendy, who had been observing the scene with amusement. She reached out her tiny hand towards Wendy, the intense aura now dissipating as she returned to her usual cheerful demeanor.

Wendy watched as the prison door swung open, revealing Little Misty standing there with a determined look in her eyes. Despite the gravity of the situation, a small smile tugged at Wendy's lips as she saw the innocence and unwavering belief in Misty's gaze.

"Misty?" Wendy's voice held surprise and concern. "What are you doing here, little one?"

Misty stepped closer, her small hand gripping Wendy's "I wanted to see you, Wendy," she said with a sense of determination that defied her age. "People have been saying bad things about you, but I believe in you! You're not a bad person!"

Wendy's heart was touched deeply by Misty's innocence, reminding her of the importance of her battle and the impact it had on the lives of those who looked up to her.

Wendy's eyes softened as she gazed down at Misty, her heart swelling with affection for the young Neospacian. "Thank you, Misty," she said, her voice gentle and filled with gratitude. "You truly are a brave and kind-hearted little one."

Misty looked up at Wendy with big, curious eyes. "When are you going to leave this place, Aunt Wendy?" she asked innocently, not fully grasping the concept of prison and its restrictions.

Wendy hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to explain the situation to the young girl. "I... I'm not sure, Misty," she replied gently. "You see, I'm in here because some people think I did something wrong, and they need to figure out what really happened. It might take some time."

Misty frowned slightly, not fully understanding the complexity of the situation. "But can't you just tell them you're innocent?" she asked, her innocence shining through her words.

Wendy chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Misty's face. "I've tried, little one, but sometimes it's not that simple," she explained. "There are rules and processes that need to be followed, and sometimes it takes time to gather the right evidence and prove the truth."

Misty nodded thoughtfully, absorbing Wendy's words. "Well, I'll wait for you, Aunt Wendy," she declared with determination. "I know you're a good person, and I believe in you! You will get free!"

Tears welled up in Wendy's eyes as she hugged Misty tightly. "Thank you, Misty," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Your belief in me means more than you'll ever know. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to prove my innocence and get out of here."

Misty returned the hug with all her tiny might, a bright smile on her face. "I know you will, Aunt Wendy!" she exclaimed with unwavering confidence. "You're strong and brave, and you have so many people who care about you and believe in you!"

Wendy's heart swelled with love and gratitude. It was the first time in a while that she felt just a glimmer of hope in the midst of her despair. Misty's innocent faith in her was a ray of light in the darkness of her current situation.

Misty raised her finger to hush Wendy, a flicker of fear crossed her young face. Her eyes widened as she sensed the presence of her mother, Maer, approaching their location. Wendy's concern grew as she watched Misty's demeanor shift from determined to hesitant

Misty glanced nervously towards the approaching figure of her mother, Maer, Her eyes flickered with uncertainty, torn between wanting to keep her visit to Wendy a secret and her mother's presence.

"I... I don't want Mama to know I came here," Misty admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "She told me to stay away from you because you're a bad person. But I don't believe that, Aunt Wendy."

Wendy's heart sank at Misty's words, knowing the weight of her own situation had already taken a toll on the young girl. She crouched down to Misty's eye level, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

within moments, Maer appeared, her presence filling the corridor outside the cell. Misty hurriedly got out just in time. Misty, with a determined glint in her eyes, approached her mother, Maer. Her voice quivered slightly as she spoke,

"Mama, you won't believe what just happened! A mean guard try to stop me from coming in here, but I showed him who's boss!"

Maer raised an eyebrow, curious about her daughter's claim. "Is that so, little one?" she asked, feigning nonchalance. "What did you do?"

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Misty's eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to weave her tale. "I used my Neos power to make him step back! He was scared of me, Mama, I had him like this!" she exclaimed, mimicking the guard's reaction.

Maer chuckled softly, playing along with her daughter's story.

"Wow, you really are a force to be reckoned with, aren't you?" she said with a hint of amusement. "I guess he learned not to mess with you!"

Misty nodded enthusiastically. "That's right! He won't be bothering me again," she declared, puffing her chest out proudly.

Wendy watched the interaction between mother and daughter, feeling both touched and guilty. Misty was going to such lengths , even lying to her own mother about their encounter. It made Wendy's heart ache, knowing that her presence was causing tension within the family.

Maer turned her attention back to Wendy's cell, pretending not to notice her. "Well, I'm glad you're having fun, Misty," she said casually. "Just remember to stay out of trouble, alright?"

Misty nodded, her expression becoming more serious. "I promise, Mama, "she said cheerfully, before skipping off down the corridor.

As Misty disappeared from sight, Maer let out a sigh, her guard dropping slightly. She turned her gaze back towards Wendy, her expression unreadable. "You should consider yourself lucky, Wendy," she said coldly "Misty's taken quite a liking to you, but don't think that it changes anything between us."

Wendy nodded, understanding the delicate balance she had to maintain in this situation.

Maer simply turned and walked away without another word, leaving Wendy to ponder the complexity of the situation. Misty's innocent faith in her was a beacon of hope, but it also weighed heavily on her heart, knowing that the truth of her situation could cause more pain and confusion for the young Neospacian. For now, all Wendy could do was cherish the precious moments she had with Misty and hold onto the hope that justice would prevail in the end.

That Night:

the sound of footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridor, Wendy's attention was drawn to the approaching figures. She recognized Westrow, the valiant knight of Queen Xinia, his strong physique evident even beneath his well-dressed attire. Accompanying him was Alery, his wife, whose presence was unexpected

Wendy stood up, her eyes fixed on Westrow's somber expression.

As he began to talk, Westrow's voice was laced with sadness and resolve.

"Wendy, there's something you need to know," he murmured, his gaze meeting hers. " I could never find the right time to tell you this, but Xinia and I... we kept a secret from everyone, a secret that would have shaken the very foundation of the Celeston family."

Alery stood by Westrow, her face troubled. She had fought beside Xinia in several conflicts, their closeness matching that of sisters. She was, however, oblivious of the approaching bombshell, and she awaited Westrow's remarks with nterest.

Taking a deep breath, Westrow continued.

"Xinia and I... we …. Had a child... And that child was you, Wendy. We had you during the time that we thought it would be our last days on this planet, as the deity Queen threatened to destroy everything we held dear..."

Wendy's eyes widened in surprise as the weight of Westrow's remarks landed in the air. She struggled to accept the information that she was Westrow and Queen Xinia's child, a long-kept secret. Emotions surged within her, a combination of amazement, uncertainty, and an unexpected sense of connection to the two people in front of her.

Alery's initial surprise gave way to anger, her features contorting with betrayal and hurt. She opened her mouth to voice her frustrations, but as she looked into Westrow's tear-filled eyes, her anger softened. She saw the pain etched on his face, the weight he had carried alone all these years.

Wendy's eyes welled up with tears as she grasped the magnitude of her parents' sacrifice, the great love that had brought her into existence. Her discovery of her true parents added another degree of complication to her already difficult path.

Westrow spoke with tremors, his voice strangled with passion. "Alery, I didn't tell you about this because... I was afraid of losing you. I was terrified that the truth would destroy our relationship."

Alery's rage turned to sadness and understanding. Her voice was gentle as she stretched out and softly touched Westrow's cheek. "I wish….I wish you would have told me earlier, Westrow…. But I can feel your agony, your dread of losing what we have. I... don't want that. You... I will forgive you for this."

Westrow grabbed Alery firmly, tears streaming down his cheeks, grateful for her understanding and forgiveness. Their love was tested and proven tenacious in that moment, developed through the hardships they had experienced together.

Wendy looked at Westrow , wiping the tears from her eyes "Thank you, West—Father.. for sharing this with me…"

"I will come back to see you again soon. We will be able to talk more later."

Alery and Westrow began to walk away, Alery's mind was consumed by a mix of emotions. While she had supported Wendy and acknowledged her as Westrow's daughter, a twinge of jealousy gnawed at her heart. It reminded her of her own desires, the longing she had carried within her for a child of her own.

Unable to contain her thoughts any longer, Alery finally spoke up, her voice tinged with a hint of hurt. "Westrow, I couldn't help but notice... You were hesitant when it came to the idea of having a child with me. But with Xinia, you didn't hesitate at all. Why is that?"

Westrow's steps faltered slightly as he turned to face Alery, his expression softening. He understood the pain in her voice and the longing in her eyes. "Alery, my love," he began, his voice gentle yet laden with regret. "It wasn't about hesitation, but rather the circumstances we faced. When Xinia and I believed it would be our last day alive, the urgency and the desire to leave a piece of ourselves behind overpowered any hesitation. We thought we might not have a future together, and we wanted to leave something meaningful in this world."

Alery's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her voice quivering slightly. "And what about us? huh? What about our future? Don't you desire a child with me?"

Westrow reached out, gently cupping Alery's face in his hands. "Alery, you know how much I love you, and the idea of having a child with you fills my heart with joy. But we are in a trying time, facing dangers that could tear everything apart. I didn't want to bring a child into that uncertainty. And I promise you, when the time is right and the world is safer, we will fulfill our dreams together. Our love will create something beautiful."

Alery clung to Westrow, nodding in agreement as they walked away.

Meanwhile...

Wendy let out a weary sigh, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling in her bones. She glanced around the dimly lit cell, her eyes landing on the single bed tucked against the cold stone wall. It was evident that there was only enough space for one person.

Turning to Dr. Kozaky, Wendy spoke softly, her voice tinged with fatigue. "Looks like we'll have to share the bed or take turns sleeping on the floor. We're both tired, and it wouldn't be fair for either of us to be uncomfortable."

Dr. Kozaky's eyes narrowed, a hint of skepticism on her face.

"Sharing a bed? Don't get any funny ideas, Celeston. I won't tolerate any nonsense."

Wendy chuckled softly, her weariness momentarily forgotten by Dr. Kozaky's cautious remark. "Don't worry, Dr. Kozaky," she replied, trying to keep the conversation light. "I'm not trying to cause any trouble, it's just...Sharing a bed is just a practical solution, that's all."

Dr. Kozaky huffed, crossing her arms in a defensive manner. "Fine, but don't get any funny ideas, I said," she reiterated, her tone stern. "I'm not here to make friends with the likes of you."

Wendy's smile softened, and she nodded. "Fair enough. And as much as I'd like to have my own bed, it's just not an option right now."

Dr. Kozaky grumbled under her breath, still clearly not thrilled about the arrangement. "Just don't get in my way, Celeston," she warned, her eyes narrowing.

Wendy nodded gratefully, relieved that they had found a compromise. She carefully hopped into Bed, shifting apart immediately to leave a respectful gap between them. "Thank you, Dr. Kozaky. I promise to respect your boundaries."

Dr. Kozaky lay in the bed, her initial discomfort gradually gave way to a begrudging acceptance of their shared space. The weariness in her body and mind overcame her resistance, reminding her of the necessity of rest. With a sigh of resignation, she turned slightly towards Wendy, still facing away but now closer in proximity.

"I hope you weren't expecting any cuddling or anything," Dr. Kozaky muttered with a touch of sarcasm

Wendy chuckled softly, her fatigue easing the tension between them. "Oh, don't worry, I won't invade your personal space. We'll both just get some sleep."

"Good. I'm not here for any of that mushy stuff."

"Neither am I. We're just two people trying to get through a tough situation together. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less.. right?"

They settled into an uneasy truce, their bodies occupying the limited space on the bed without encroaching on each other's boundaries. The silence returned, broken only by the soft sounds of their breathing and the occasional creak of the cell door. The first day had come to an end.