Zargon, Week 19The most important news for Voldemort was the birth of his daughter Medusa.
Lyrica was pleased, too -- at first.
As Medusa grew up, Lyrica felt more and more how unfair it was that the Zargons should be triumphing over the Oirats. The rocketship being built in the back yard was a Zargon project, for example.
And Voldemort got to go work at an interesting job as a tech guru while she had to stay at home and paint. She was just as much of a genius as he was, even if she was a little insane.
"She's your daughter, too," Voldemort would say. "She's part Oirat. If you help her do her requirements, then you'll be helping an Oirat to succeed." So Lyrica played chess with Medusa.
She read to her for the requisite two hours. "The Oirats were the chosen people, and they soon occupied the world of the Sims, bringing about a golden age..."
"That's not what the book says, Mom," Medusa objected. "That word definitely isn't 'Oirats.'"
Lyrica snapped one day when she was supposed to be helping Medusa with her homework. "Mom, there aren't any Oirats in the history book," said Medusa. "Well, there should be!" Lyrica shouted, and kept on shouting.
After that, Voldemort took over the parenting duties, spraying Medusa's room for monsters...
...and explaining that even if there were monsters, she was a Zargon and therefore vastly superior to them.
When Voldemort wasn't around, Medusa spent time by herself, concocting health potions on the roof.
One day, while chopping onions (and she a certifiable genius!), Lyrica had a brilliant idea. She would have another child and raise him or her in accordance with the requirements. That child would take the Oirat name and revive the race's fortunes. All she needed was a little cooperation...
"I'm pregnant!" she announced cheerily one evening.
"What?" said Voldemort. "We don't have room for another child. And if you don't mind my saying this, you don't seem all that concerned about the child we already have."
"That's because she's a Zargon," said Lyrica. "This child will be an Oirat. We'll move out as soon as she's born."
"You can't do that," said Voldemort. "It's against the rules."
The next evening Lyrica found herself being hauled before the Oirat commander.
"We have a treaty with the Zargons!" the commander shouted.
"I never signed anything," said Lyrica.
The commander shook his head. "After 500 years of war, we get a chance for peace, and you want to wreck everything. We've won -- don't you get it? An Oirat will be establishing the foothold in Newcrest."
"But she's a Zargon!" Lyrica complained.
"She's as much an Oirat as the child you're carrying," said the commander. "Oh, I don't know why I waste my time arguing with a crazy woman. Do what you want with the baby, but you're not moving out. Understand?"
Lyrica returned home chastened.
But her sadness didn't last. The commander had given her permission to do what she wanted as long as she didn't move out. She could work with that -- Ow! Ow, ow, and double ow! She suddenly realized that it was time for the hope of the Oirats to be born.
Sparkles surrounded her, and Lyrica named her baby Lunesta. "Together, we'll take over the world," she whispered.
But later that day, she saw that Voldemort had set up something he called a bird feeder. Lyrica knew better -- it was a spying device.
