Only Hope
Prologue
by: Mel
e-mail: LightofFaeries@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own CCS. End of story.
She knew—no matter what her husband said—she would not live for much longer. The disease, though not apparent on the outside, slowly destroyed her. Her husband had done everything he could and even wanted her to see a First Order magician though the cost would have been enormous. But she had refused. She knew what her dear husband didn't. She had magic in her that had been strong enough to attract the forces of evil and when they had looked upon her, they gave her the disease. They did not want people such as she walking alive in the world. She was last of the Amamyia, last of the most powerful line of magicians. She had been hiding when she met Fujitaka. She knew that she was not suppose to fall in love for the forces that controlled darkness would be able to feel her power through her emotions. Now she paid the price for her love and her death was inevitable.
She did not tell Fujitaka what was ailing her. She knew that he would blame it all on himself for making her fall in love with him. She smiled sadly, no one could make anyone else fall in love with them. She knew she should never have fallen in love with Fujitaka, but he had been so kind, so caring. Even though he didn't know what she faced, he had always found a way to help carry her burden. He was there to make her smile and laugh, something she had not known well until she had met him.
She looked down at her daughter, asleep in her arms. Her daughter, her sweet, darling daughter, who would one day have magic that magicians of the First Order would fear. Her daughter, who would grow up without her mother's guidance and love. Her eyes prickled with threatening tears. Oh, how she wished she could live to see her daughter grow to be old and have her own children. But now, that was impossible. She whispered a blessing over her baby, that her baby's magic would lay dormant until she found someone who could guide and protect her.
A noise made her turn her head. Beside her chair lay her son, awake on his bed, his eyes wide and unblinking. She smiled reassuringly at him and he smiled back, thinking everything was all right now, and snuggled closer to her. He slowly closed his eyes and his breathing deepened. He was asleep. She smiled down at his sleeping form, though this time the smile was filled with sadness. At least her son's small magic would go unnoticed. There was some small comfort in that.
Author's Notes: okay, I know this was short, but this is the prologue. The next chapter will be much longer and I should have it up soon. So PLEASE review. Reviews really do help me write!
