Losses and Regrets ...
She has
been through a lot lately. Especially the last few months.
It started
with the iron prison. No other way to describe it. That filthy, evil place. A
place she never thought she would escape from, with her life.
The loss of
the friends she made. Sir Alexton, Lustmord
The loss of
her baby to the Firstborns and the blow to her faith because of it.
The only
light amidst all this darkness is Edward. Always there. A source of power,
warmth and kindness. His tender and undying love. To hold her when she needed
it and to cry in his arms every night since the tragedy with their baby. He had
lost as much.
When this
adventure started with their escape from that place, and their appearance in
her world, only a few miles from her village, hope started to burn deep in her
heart. She couldn’t imagine back then, how much could happen in a year.
The first
thing she saw was Edward’s smile and she was grateful that he and everyone else
were alive.
And on that
riverbank they had escaped to, they met, by accident - or by god’s design? - her
cousin. Eralin De Fien. Although she was her relative, they had never met
before. She was travelling with Aramil Evocer a young mage. He looked like a calm and quiet guy. She would
like to speak with him to try and find if there are things he could learn from
him and maybe teach him something?
They shared
their stories but if what Eralin said was the truth she ought to be more
careful to whom she spoke and what she revealed about herself.
For a long
time afterwards she didn’t dare believe that they were finally free. She always
expected to find the crystal ball with the diamonds or to wake up and realize she
was dreaming and find herself (along with everybody else) back in that place
again.
But their
new life started to take hold and she felt safe and well. She had Edward’s love
and a purpose.
The purpose
was twofold. First and foremost she wanted to help her cousin stay alive and
well and secondly, to help her bring growth, prosperity and renown to
Migrathor.
She knew
that things were not as they looked. She could feel evil in the world, just
stirring up. And she had the Book of Shadows to confirm her suspicions and to look
for information. Maybe not all the information she needed but enough to realize
things were going to be much worse. And that they had to do anything and
everything in their power to stop the upcoming catastrophe.
And then
the most amazing thing happened. She and Edward were going to have a baby. She
was joyous. She promised the baby to Davina. Her fist born baby was going to be
given to the goddess. She was sure the goddess would take good care of the
baby, as she had done with her. She hoped the baby was a girl and that she would
find as much joy in magic, as she did.
But alas the
baby was a boy. And the Firstborns appeared to take it with them. Davina came
as well but she could not prevent them. What power did she have if she could
not stop them? If she succumbed to their power.
What good was she if she couldn’t hold on to a baby it was promised her.
She knew all about the firstborns. She had read about them on the book of
shadows. But that didn’t change the loss she felt. The rage. The betrayal. She
had never doubted Davina and her power before. This kind of thoughts hadn’t
even crossed her mind. But now, now it was different.
From that
day onwards, she just existed. She didn’t care about anything or anybody. Things
were happening around her, but she couldn’t and wouldn’t bother to pay
attention to them.
The only
person that made her laugh a little was the dwarf. His “I am the reason you all
live” attitude. The predicament he found himself in, after such proclamations.
It was his situation that convinced her that gods really have power. She knew of no human magic that could do these things to him.
With this
realization she felt like she woke up from a slumber. She would make an effort
to take the baby back as Aenae had suggested. She knew it was hopeless, but she
felt it was the only thing she could do to atone for the doubts she had about
the gods and Davina specifically. She had seen what magic could do. She would
try. She prayed very hard that night asking Davina for forgiveness and
understanding.
But they
could not save the baby. The Firstborns asked for three babies in return. She
would have done it. But the others said no.
And Davina
was there. She felt her power. Her strength.
Only then
did she start paying attention around her. To her friends. To the
responsibilities she had and she had neglected for so long.
Her friends
needed help. Especially Mordan. Mordan who had helped save Edward’s life. She
hadn’t helped him find the path to his goddess and she didn’t support him as
she should have done. She owed him a lot and although an apology was a
beginning it was not nearly enough. She would have to make it up to him.
And she had
to see to Brat. He needed training and guidance. As much as she could offer him.
He would grow to be much stronger than her if he managed to control his magic
and use his brain.
And maybe
she would one day be able to remember all this without feeling like her heart
is going to break to a thousand pieces.
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