Prologue
It’s
been a year since last I saw this place. I
wondered around looking at all the things I knew that created flashes of
memories from the past. I passed
through the clearing where the young gallant had appeared like a dream.
My
heart yearned for my dear friends. I
missed the counsels, the lessons. Though
we taught each other I felt that I had learned the most from them.
I
went to her old dwelling and was pleased to find her there.
She sat on a pile of logs, which she had obviously stopped to read a
book, which she held tenderly in her hands.
She was just as she had always been…nothing changed.
She had her back to me and I just stood there hiding, watching.
I wouldn’t speak to her and she didn’t see me.
I
believe a tear fell down her cheek with a memory that tore her from her book.
“Ori…”
She spoke softly toward no one…except my spirit. “Why did you leave me?”
A
tear rolled down my cheek in response to hers.
I whispered softly knowing she would never hear me.
“I didn’t. I’ve always
been with you.”
Copyright of PN Luciérnaga of 2000-01
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