Healing: Saving the White Sorceress

by Maleficent-darkgoodwitch2416

Udonna's story is not finished. When the Great War ends, she loses her entire family—son, husband, brother-in-law, and sister—along with many dear friends. This is her story—the story of her healing process and how the rangers helped to save her, to heal her. This is her struggle for survival, healing, peace and how the rangers become the best thing that could have happened to her.

2. Two Years Later

Two years. Two years of agonizing torture. How long must I suffer? I sobbed into my pillow again.

I squeezed my eyes shut and ordered, "Don't think of what you lost. Think of Clare. She needs you. You must be strong—for her."

Tears streamed down my face. Clare reminded me so much of Niella. I went outside, wearing my now normal dark cloak. "Are you trying to torture me?!" I screamed at the sky as the tears fell freely now.

I trudged back inside and hung my cloak up on the hook. I stared longingly out the window. There was nothing left to be taken from me. My heart—or what was left of it—couldn't take much more of this pain—this agonizing pain.

I closed my eyes and reached for one of his shirts. I buried my face in it and cried, breathing in his scent—sweet wood smoke. I knew I should get rid of his things but I can't do it—I'm not strong enough. I have to force myself to pretend that—by some miracle—he survived. If I didn't do that, I would die.

Slowly an idea began forming in my mind. I cleaned up and called, "Clare?"

Five-year-old Clare tripped into my room. I smiled indulgently and asked, "Child, would you like to become my apprentice?"

Clare nodded and said, "Yes, Udonna. Thank you, Udonna."

I hugged her and I said, "We'll start this afternoon."

Clare grinned happily up at me and I smiled back at her—not as much of a real smile I would have liked, but she didn't notice.