As I sit beside the open window, one early spring night, I hear the call of a freeborn owl. Hauntingly beautiful, this is the first time in my twenty-five years, that I have heard one of the night's silent masters. It draws me back to a time, when the Earth was still wild, and Man was wise enough to honor her untamed spirit. Where the fireside was the place to gather, for celebration and entertainment. It was a time when stories were told with purpose, and there was at least one anecdote for every occasion. Mankind was still part of the world then, instead of just living on it. The dark brought people together. And magic pervaded across the lands.
The magic still exists, you just have to look harder for it now, and be able to see it for what it is. It's been ten years, since my eyes were opened to it, and my life hasn't been the same since. Now I belong to the darkness, and the magic. Really, my life depends on both. The dark hides me, while ancient magics help me survive. It's sad really, that I use the term 'survive.' For seven years, that's all I really did. Sure, I had my friends, my mom (for a little wile) and sister, as well as the occasional romance; but I still didn't manage to actually live. That is, not until She came along.
The first time she entered my life, I was eighteen and trying to piece my life back together. She was seventeen, then, and as wild and untamable as fire. All we did for a year was clash. Then she went away. It was three years before I saw her again. When she returned, the world was about to end, and I was on the brink of loosing control again. She wasn't so wild anymore, but still able to consume me. Maybe it was because we were now the same. Together, we managed the unthinkable; stopped an apocalypse and changed the magic that runs in our blood.
"Hey." A whisky seasoned voice purrs in my ear, as toned arms snake around my waist. "The kid keeping you up?" Our two-year-old is sleeping in the next room, but JJ isn't whom she's talking about. I shake my head, as she kisses my cheek.
"Just my thoughts." Her hand caresses over my taught abdomen. The young life with in gravitates to the spot. It's like the baby knows, when its mother is close. We both smile. Three years later, and we're still effected by the spell that changed the world.