Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I’m Stuck as Their Baby!

I sat cross-legged on my bed, staring at the faint golden light flickering gently along the walls of my dorm room. A restless silence stretched around me, interrupted only by the muffled crackle of magic lanterns, and the distant rumble of thunder rolling lazily across the night sky. It should have been comforting a quiet sanctuary but tonight, every shadow seemed deeper, every sound sharper.

My mind drifted inevitably back to the forbidden wing and the mural we'd discovered. It felt impossible, yet the painted girl had looked exactly like me silver hair flowing like molten moonlight, her expression set in defiance, strength radiating from her stance. And beside her stood Velka, or someone who might as well have been her twin: a vampire guardian, her crimson gaze protective and familiar, framed by endless shadows.

How could that be? The painting predated Arcanum by centuries, yet that pair those two figures etched into stone and pigment felt achingly, terrifyingly familiar.

"All right," I finally whispered aloud, frustration making my voice sharper than intended, "I'm officially losing it."

[Glad you're admitting it,] came the system's voice, dripping with mock sympathy. [First step to recovery, darling.]

I sighed deeply, rubbing my forehead. "Not helping."

The system laughed softly in my head. [Fine, fine. Tell me what's troubling you. I'm here to help, after all. Your trusted companion, voice of reason—]

"Please stop," I interrupted dryly. "It's the painting. It's haunting me. Who was that girl? And why was Velka there, painted right next to her?"

The system fell momentarily silent, a rarity that prickled unease along my spine. Eventually, it spoke again, unusually sober. [I don't have those answers. That wing was sealed long ago. Whatever happened there has been intentionally forgotten, hidden away. Someone didn't want the world knowing about it.]

I exhaled softly, heart heavy in my chest. "Then why does it feel like I know her like I lived it?"

The system considered my words carefully. [Memory isn't always linear, Elyzara. Souls have strange ways of recognizing truths they once lived. Perhaps you and Velka—]

"Don't," I said quickly, a sudden blush warming my cheeks. "I can't handle another existential crisis tonight. Especially involving her."

A gentle chuckle echoed through my thoughts. [As you wish. But remember, the past rarely stays silent forever.]

I leaned back into the pillows, eyes drifting shut, memories of Velka flickering through my mind. She'd been acting strange lately avoiding me, tense and awkward. And yet, in that hidden room, her touch had lingered a heartbeat too long, leaving my skin tingling, confused, and craving more.

I shook my head fiercely. "Nope. No distractions. Let's stick to the magical conspiracy."

[Your stubbornness is adorable, truly,] the system teased, sounding deeply amused. [But fine. Magical conspiracy. Perhaps those rebels from two years ago knew something we didn't. Your kidnapping it felt purposeful, didn't it? They needed something from you.]

"Exactly," I murmured. My gaze drifted to the ceiling, tracing invisible patterns. "But they've been quiet ever since. Not a whisper. No attacks, no threats. Why?"

[Waiting, maybe?] the system offered gently. [Gathering their strength for another attempt, another moment when your guard is down?]

"Not reassuring," I muttered darkly, tugging the blanket tighter around my shoulders. "And not what I hoped you'd say."

[I live to disappoint,] the system teased. [But it's true they wanted you alive. Your power is extraordinary, Elyzara. Even you haven't begun to truly understand it. Melting enchanted barriers in seconds? Only a fraction of your potential. Imagine what they could achieve by harnessing even a sliver of that power.]

My stomach twisted uncomfortably. "I don't want to imagine."

[Then we prepare instead,] the system said simply. [Knowledge is power. Discover why you were targeted—why the mural exists. Who you really are.]

My fingers clenched involuntarily into fists. "And Velka?"

A soft laugh echoed once more. [What about her, exactly?]

I scowled at nothing. "Is she... part of this?"

[You saw the mural, same as I did,] the system said quietly. [She was there. Your bond isn't coincidental. But whether she's ally or something more complicated that remains uncertain.]

"Comforting," I muttered dryly.

[Life rarely offers clarity, darling,] the system sighed theatrically. [That's what makes it interesting.]

I couldn't help a small smile, despite myself. "You're unbearable sometimes."

[Only sometimes? I'm improving.]

I rolled my eyes, turning my thoughts inward. If the rebels wanted me for my magic, they'd strike again eventually possibly soon. My parents, grandparents, even Mara and Elira, had remained vigilant, increasing protections. Yet, no move had come. The enemy was patient, hiding behind silence. Perhaps waiting until we became complacent again.

"All right," I said finally, sitting up with newfound resolve. "I'll figure this out. Find answers. If the rebels want me, they're going to regret it."

The system chuckled approvingly. [That's my tyrannical little darling. Embrace the dark side. It suits you.]

"Be quiet," I grumbled, but my heart felt lighter despite the seriousness of the moment.

Outside, the storm continued to rumble softly, washing the world in cleansing rain. I rose from the bed, moving quietly to the window. Beyond the glass, Arcanum sprawled beneath the veil of night, both beautiful and mysterious, as if holding its breath in anticipation.

(Mara POV)

From our shadowed post outside Elyzara's chamber, the murmured conversation within had been all too clear. I glanced sideways at Elira, whose brow was furrowed in thought, her amber eyes shining softly under the gentle glow of the enchanted corridor lamps.

"We heard all of that," Elira whispered, crossing her arms and leaning against the stone wall. "She knows more than we gave her credit for."

I nodded slowly, heart heavy. Elyzara was growing up faster than either of us had anticipated, tangled in webs far more complex than her youthful bravado realized. The mural, the hidden past, Velka Nightthorn each added another troubling layer of mystery.

"Do you think she's ready?" I asked softly, eyes still fixed on the closed door as if staring at it might somehow reveal the answers we desperately sought.

Elira sighed softly, shifting closer until our shoulders brushed gently together. Her presence was a reassuring warmth against the chill of our worries. "I don't know. But ready or not, it's happening. We can't protect her from every truth forever."

I chuckled quietly, the sound soft and rueful. "And yet here we are, standing in a dark hallway, spying on our own princess."

Elira smirked faintly, eyes sparkling in playful accusation. "It's our sworn duty as her guardians and as seasoned meddlers, I suppose."

I nudged her gently with my elbow. "Meddlers?"

She turned fully toward me, smiling tenderly. "Absolutely. After all, who better than us?"

The warm, teasing lilt in her voice chased away some of my lingering unease, though concern still tightened my chest. Our young charge was brave, brilliant, but also reckless like all those who believed themselves untouchable.

"What do we do now?" I murmured, finally voicing the question weighing heavily between us.

Elira reached out, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on my forearm. Her touch sparked soothing warmth, grounding me in the present. "We watch closely. Elyzara's path has always been bound for trouble—our job is to ensure she survives it."

I caught her hand, holding it gently, thumb brushing softly over her knuckles. The faint candlelight gilded her delicate features, casting her in a glow that stole my breath. In that quiet moment, I was struck by how deeply my life had become entwined with hers. She was my anchor, my peace, my home.

"You look worried," she murmured softly, stepping closer until the space between us was scarcely a breath.

I offered a small, self-deprecating smile. "I'm always worried."

Elira's gaze softened further. She lifted her free hand, brushing a loose curl from my forehead. "My poor wife, always carrying the weight of the world. Let me carry it with you."

The word 'wife' sent a delicious shiver of warmth cascading through me, softening the edges of my anxiety. "Wife," I echoed tenderly, savoring the taste of the word on my tongue. "I like the sound of that."

"Good," Elira whispered, leaning in so close her breath ghosted lightly across my lips. "You'd better get used to it."

I smiled helplessly against her mouth as she kissed me softly, a sweet, lingering touch that momentarily erased all worries, replacing them instead with the steady, unshakable truth of her presence. Her warmth filled every hollow space within me, chasing shadows from the corners of my soul.

When we finally drew apart, her gaze was gentle yet firm, filled with quiet strength. "We'll face this together, Mara. Whatever comes. Elyzara, Arcanum, hidden dangers we'll handle it. Because that's what we do."

I nodded slowly, breathing steadier now, my confidence bolstered by the depth of her conviction. "Together," I agreed softly. "Always."

Elira's lips curled into a playful smirk, lightening the mood instantly. "And perhaps next time, we'll leave the spying to someone else. I prefer my nights far less complicated and more… private."

I laughed quietly, warmth blooming in my chest. "Agreed. Remind me to request that from our esteemed employers next time."

She grinned, pulling me gently away from the shadows of Elyzara's door. "Oh, I fully intend to. But first, my dear wife, let's return to our own chambers, before our princess catches us lurking like suspicious ghosts."

"Wise," I teased, threading my fingers securely through hers as we walked together down the silent corridor, footsteps echoing softly against stone.