Post by krista on Jul 15, 2011 7:45:56 GMT -7
I watched her, and I waited.
Time was unimportant and and useless to me, a foreign concept that I did not concern my self with wrapping my head around. Decades, centuries, millennia would shoot past in the blink of an eye, and for great portions if it, I would simply slumber.
But for her…. For all of the creatures like her, they disappeared so fast. My children would disappear sooner than I could comprehend, sooner than I could find them. Sooner than they could receive my gift.
I had known she was to be one of mine since the first time I could feel the tiny body spark to life when she was very, very small. But she had a great many things to discover on her own before I could whisper in her ear, embrace her in my arms.
It made me cry that such pain and misfortune had to befall her, for I knew that even if her body was strong, her spirit was fragile.
Hearts were broken, blood was spilt, and it pained me because I could no longer intervene. A darkness had seized her soul, and hid it from me. My child was lost to me, and there was nothing I could do to save her. The reality we inhabit is a fluid and ever changing mistress, and one not even I could fully control or comprehend.
But then, days, months, years later, a glimmer in the darkness, very small, but it was alive. The small flicker danced and waved in the chaotic gales. Without hesitation I ran to it, curled around it, sheltered it from the storm.
I lost you once, child, and as long as you believe in me, I never will again.
Time was unimportant and and useless to me, a foreign concept that I did not concern my self with wrapping my head around. Decades, centuries, millennia would shoot past in the blink of an eye, and for great portions if it, I would simply slumber.
But for her…. For all of the creatures like her, they disappeared so fast. My children would disappear sooner than I could comprehend, sooner than I could find them. Sooner than they could receive my gift.
I had known she was to be one of mine since the first time I could feel the tiny body spark to life when she was very, very small. But she had a great many things to discover on her own before I could whisper in her ear, embrace her in my arms.
It made me cry that such pain and misfortune had to befall her, for I knew that even if her body was strong, her spirit was fragile.
Hearts were broken, blood was spilt, and it pained me because I could no longer intervene. A darkness had seized her soul, and hid it from me. My child was lost to me, and there was nothing I could do to save her. The reality we inhabit is a fluid and ever changing mistress, and one not even I could fully control or comprehend.
But then, days, months, years later, a glimmer in the darkness, very small, but it was alive. The small flicker danced and waved in the chaotic gales. Without hesitation I ran to it, curled around it, sheltered it from the storm.
I lost you once, child, and as long as you believe in me, I never will again.