The Lost Son

Two Years Ago…
It was chaos in the refugee camp. Dead-gray mists were flowing from the center of Cyre and no one knew where they would stop. Everyone else had fled the camp hours ago, but Marielle couldn't leave without her son. She sat in her tent with their backpacks and waited. Surely he'd come home with the looming disaster. The mob Kairsten's parents had whipped up was long dispersed. Fleeing the mists was more important than hunting down her boy. Blessing  should be home any minute now.
Marielle's ears perked up at the sound of footsteps outside. The tent flap was drawn aside by a red hand and she felt relief. Blessing was home and it was time to go! She hoisted her backpack and began to tell her son to do the same but her voice caught in her throat when she realized it wasn't Blessing who stepped into the tent. It was his father.
Ezzon hadn't aged since she left the Demon Wastes. Tall, unearthly handsome, with a casual confidence that she found so attractive in her youth. He strode as a king would into his throne room and his mouth broke into a grin. "Marielle! I knew today was special. The mists herald my destiny. The pieces fall into place. My lost son shall be returned to me and the Prophecy will be fulfilled. Where is Blessing Marielle?"
Marielle focused her emotions and lied, "He's dead Ezzon. You'll never take him now."
He gave a few deep belly laughs like it was the funniest joke he'd ever heard. "Don't be ridiculous Marielle. Blessing can't die. The Prophecy won't allow it. Besides, here you are waiting with two bags packed. If he was dead you'd be gone with the rest by now."
"Fine, he's not dead. But he's run away. I hoped he'd return but he hasn't. I'd rather die here waiting for him than leave without." Close enough to the truth although now she hoped he actually would never return. She travelled half a continent to get Blessing away from Ezzon once she realized that behind his confidence lay madness.
The Tiefling patted her on the back approvingly. "Now that I'd believe, but he'll come looking for his mother eventually. As long as I have you, Blessing will return to me in time."
Marielle dropped her backpack and ran out the back of the tent. She could take her chances in the mist. It would probably kill her but she'd take that over luring him into the clutches of his father. But her flight was halted as she tripped just outside. With a groan she looked back and saw that someone had stuck the end of a spear out as she'd run past. A purple-skinned woman with horns and a sadistic smirk. "Father, I've caught something for you!"
Ezzon strode out and gave the woman a hug, "Well done Gilria. Marielle, this is Blessing's sister. They'd have grown up together if you hadn't run away from our family."
As Gilria bound Marielle's arms she remained defiant. "I was never a part of your family Ezzon. You tricked me and when I learned the truth I took our son where you'd never be able to harm him!"
Ezzon waved his hand dismissively. "You can't stop destiny Marielle. Thirteen moons, one lost, Thirteen dragonmarks, one lost. Thirteen children, one lost. Your actions merely confirm my role in the Prophecy." He pointed east toward the towering gray mist wall on the horizon. "Behold what happens as I take a step closer to fulfilment. Think of the glory that is to come!"