I looked at her. After all these years, she was exactly how I remembered her. 'I don't understand. You're dead?' I said it so casually because it had been years, and I'd gotten over not having a mother long before I had to learn not to have a father.
'I'm not your mother, Mason.' I was now even more confused. She wore the face of my mother, sounded like her too.
'You look just like her...' I said, and I could hear the hint of emotion in my tone.
'I'm a Sirasin. I'm the protector of the desert,' I was somewhat disappointed. Sirasin was something I didn't know truly existed. Shape-shifters who take on the image of anyone they can. They see memories and can take on their body shape, image, likeness, tone, and everything. I was still confused, though, 'there were more of you?'
She stand
