The flames... Usually, he wouldn't be bothered by fire but that.. stupid match, that forsaken stake, the way the witches, his creator's sisters just turned their backs. He couldn't... No, he won't, he'll never EVER forgive the other witches for destroying his mother...

Suddenly he woke up, he was panting and noticed the tears down his face.. he hasn't cried like this ever since... !!! He jolted out of his bed and headed straight for the castle. He knew dreams had meanings, he also knew that dreams could either predict the future or be the shadow of the past...

He didn't even bother looking back as he pasted Nutmeg Tiger and other cookies. When he made it inside the castle he didn't even slow down as he footsteps thumped through the walls. Finally, he slowed down and stopped in front of your door.He slowly opened the door and entered, he saw you sitting at your desk probably taking care of some documents. He didn't say a say he just walked towards you and sat on his knees next to you. You didn't mind of course, you knew from the moment he stopped in front of your door that he needed you, so you let him lay his head down on your thigh and close his eyes.

"Ma.. Mother...? Please speak the truth when I ask this but... Did you miss us...? Miss me?" He whispered, his voice fill of desperation for a mother's love once again. When you died, he felt a piece of his heart turn into ashes but finding you again.. it relit the flames of a child's love for it's mother.