Morgaine speaks: The veils between Avalon and the world have grown thin again. The ever-changing seasons give me a hold on a life that seems to pass by so slowly, yet, I know this is not the case outside this realm. I long to see what happens beyond the curtain and this evening it will not take my fading gift of Sight to see what has become of the world. Last time I was allowed to see, the hurt pierced my heart: our mother marred, her children without faith and hope diminished. Should I have foreseen this, centuries ago when I sundered the island on purpose from Britannia? Samhain reveals me pains from the past, but also the promise of new beginnings since hope still remains in the hearts of the unborn, so fragile as dreams are.
But our time has not come, not yet. Patiently we await our moment, shielded from this world filled with pain and violence, knowing that the seeds we sow so many centuries ago will ripe and blossom. I wish, I long and know, for one sun year: I can. Inhaling deeply, I part the mists once more, to walk amongst the living once again.