My mind drifts back to several months ago , when an uncharacteristic fatigue over came me. "i will close my eyes for just a moment I thought" I drifted off quickly , and in a mist....I saw my sweet Selena standing before me. She was not well, I could see the pain as her eyes filled with tears......and her hands.....reached out to me. I ran to her, but as fast as I ran.....she was pulled from me. "Selena !!! " I screamed as tears ran down my face..........Suddenly, she was gone and I found Marta standing over me. "My Lady Fiona" she whispered. Quickly I rose and walked over to the window. Haltingly I said "It was Selena, she stood before me in a vision.....her hands reaching for me, but; I could not touch her." Slowly I had leaned my forhead against the cooling glass of the window pane. I looked out over the lake and saw the moons glow reflected upon the soft waters....it was of little comfort to me that night. Tears still in my eyes, I turned to look at Marta. "She lives, but is in pain, from I know not what." Marta shook her head and lightly stepped out of the room.
I had returned to my chair and book......but found my vision drawn to the flames in the fireplace. My thoughts drift back to another time, another place....once while reading to Selena when she was very young , perhaps 2,......I remember looking into her eyes..........and for one surrealistic moment, ......I looked through her eyes, and thought with her mind. I saw how she felt me, and knew, she looked with my eyes. Our souls slowly passed each other and, we were ourselves again.
It was a bonding unknown to mortals, I knew. Forever would a part of my mind be in hers, as hers would be in mine. Though it was of small comfort to me now.
It was but two evenings later, that the news arrived. Marta came running quickly in with the letter clutched in her hand. Horror filled my face as I read of the riding accident that had beheld my Sweet Selena. My stomach lurched in pain that I could not be with her in her time of pain. I sobbed as I read of her many injuries and my arms ached to hold her and croon in her ear as I had when she was small. "It's ok........momma's here.......it's ok, momma's here.
She would recover the healers said, but the scars would be upon her for the rest of her days, as they had been emblazoned upon my heart. Furry raged in my soul that Luka could be so malignant. His shrewdness confounding even me. Me who knew him best. "How could he be so malvolent ?" "How could he keep an ill child from her mother ?"
This then was my Maker........
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