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Where it came from is impossible to tell. It might have been from the boy, or from his mother. More likely it was something bigger and deeper.

There is a well of power that is tapped at the most important times. It is family, it is unfailing. There is no more powerful source of human life than that.

A pool of liquid light encircled Maria, engulfed her and transformed her. It healed her and rediscovered her. The light brightened until it was a blinding beacon.

Then, floating ten feet over their heads, there she was. The glowing form of Maria. Not just mom, but a goddess.

And she was angry.

Her hair wasn’t back, but a golden halo circled her bald head.

“You cretin,” A voice that was like hers, but not exactly, came forth.

“You take your pain and make it everyone’s pain. In response to the loss of your family, you attack the family itself. All those who would have what you had should die before they can have it. All those who have something like what you had should lose it like you did.”

She rose another 10 feet into the air and said, “But the family is more than just the humans it takes to make a group. A family is more than DNA bonds. Family is more than church or politics or anything else that is artificially made. Family is a communal soul that exists within all the human race. And I am the seat of that soul. I am Motherhood. And you can take on a lot of stuff, but buddy, when you take on Motherhood you’d better be ready to lose your balls!”

She was now at full power, she was a magnificent thing to behold, radiant and beautiful.

“All right, boys,” She said, “Let’s take this sucker down!”

And now, the final battle began.