Drip.
Where am I?
Drip.
Why?
Drip.
Who?
A young woman looked up to the crescent moon that had never changed. The one constant thing she could hold onto in a world that was forever changing.
She looked over the hills, moors that stretched beyond human sight.
Yes, I'm here. She looked down at a young girl with black hair yelling at a young boy. He laughed and rubbed the back of his head as she pointed a finger at him. I am here. Here for them.
"Ah mom! Help!" The girl had tackled the boy to the ground and was sitting upon him. She sneered at him, calling over to the woman.
"Titania, if this is your 'son' he sure is weak. Teach him something to toughen this big baby up."
"Yes, mistress." She smiled at them, while touching the choker around her neck. Her expression changed to surprise as the boy got up and was running away from the angry girl who waved an umbrella at him. A sudden shiver caused her to clench the small ruby that dangled from the choker. She had this feeling.
Something was going to change this happy family.
And whatever it was…. a force to be reckoned with.