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Gargoyle's talked in loud voices when we arrive; as their eyes fall on me all noise stops, it becomes so silent you could hear their collective heart beats. The air around us is filled with an electric buzz, something has happened in our absence. It is apparent that their stares aren't due to the blood covering my form. Their eyes follow me and the Gargoyles flanking me, we must see the Queen and give report before I bathe and care for Isadora.
Gage walks beside me "Something is amiss here." He speaks truth, I could feel the chill in my bones. But I do my duty and walk on, heading towards the Queens chambers. Now many more Gargoyles take place here, it is harder to move.
I shout, "Move aside, I am the Queens Commander." they did part, Kylie was making her way to us, her face red. My heart dropped, did something happen to the Queen or Isadora?
She gasps, "Come now." her eyes boring into mine cutting off my own breathing, there was something lingering in her eyes that told me to hurry. I strode forward leaving her behind my body going faster and faster towards the large oak doors to her study, Gargoyles watching me advance.
I opened the doors seeing the Queen behind her desk her face paler than I had seen in months, she was ill.
I whisper, "My Queen, what is ailing you?" dropping to a single knee, the smell of jasmine and honeysuckle moved around me, her study was warm and happy but right now I felt no happiness only worry.
She gave me a small smile before her hands touched my face slowly turning it to the left, I fall. My heart was racing like never before. I have seen battles and lost all I cared for but never before have I witnessed a dream so stunning as the one looking at me now.
Shaylee with our daughter laughing in her arms, her gown was a pale green with jewels around her waist, her circlet tiara around her head as silver draped down, a pale green gem rests at the front. Her eyes such a vivid purple, the same eyes I looked into on our wedding day, now they watch me stumble around.
A dream so real….
My Princess, my wife, stands handing Isadora to Kylie as she makes her way to me like so many times in so many other dreams. I only watched as her hand touched my face, the touch so real feeling. Her scent changed, it gave me a wild fire impression. I have not slept in days, I never sleep well since her death. Now this was the price I pay, a dream so real I never wanted to wake.
She spoke, "My love, you have done so well with our daughter. She is perfect, happy, and healthy; unlike what you have turned into. Gideon, my husband this is no dream, my father and Michael himself blessed me."
Her words making sense but she was glowing, or had a faint glimmer about her; this had to be a dream.
"I never want to wake." was all I said when something much more important should have been said.
She laughed, "Fine then." her small fist went flying, nailing me in my lower right side, my jaw flaring in pain, pain?
I jumped up seeing her standing now "This is no dream." I touched my own jaw feeling it throbbing, she smiled taking back our daughter.
Queen Lenore spoke, "Her father and Michael himself sent her back to us, as she said she never left. She has great detail on you and myself from her absence." this means she saw us fall into our depression and anguish.
I grab her holding her, she was real…
