Alianora's Daughter- Part Two- Cimorene
'It had to have happened sometime,' Cimorene tried to reason with herself. There was no reason why Alianora and Rowan's daughter couldn't come to the Enchanted Forest. But there was something about Isolde that made Cimorene wary. The girl could not possibly have guessed. She had spent years perfecting her disguise. And then a mention of an old friend got her teary eyed and revealing her name.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid.'
And yet, was there a part of her, that was not the carefully cultivated and stony facade? A part, that wished for her friend? A part that could no longer see things too painful to be remembered.
'I'll speak to Morwen.'
Then she remembered. The wizards. She couldn't contact the friendly witch. Besides, that flighty Princess had gaped at the mirror. Had she seen something? That would account for her awe. She walked to her room. She had spent years, waiting for the day a Prophecy of obscure meaning became reality. Once that had happened, she could send Daystar to look for his Father. She closed her eyes against the thought of Daystar lying dead and bloodied at Antorell's feet- the wizard might not be bright, but he had power- more than Daystar had shown as of yet. Perhaps it ought to be stopped. She could grab Alianora's child, tell her a raiding wizard was coming that way-no. She owed Isolde hospitality, if nothing else. But how- how could she deal with the shadows that hung over her, hung over her home. Dark bruise purple shadows. Soul sucking shadows. Waiting to steal the breath of someone. Someone close to her. Something would happen. Her face became haggard. Crystal leaked from behind tightly closed lids, sparkled on cheeks.
'Twice in one day,' she thought. 'I'm getting sentimental.' The door creaked, and her gangly son was standing in the doorway.
"Mother?"
"Yes, Daystar?"
"Something's about to happen. I don't know how I know, but I do."
"I know it too Daystar. Don't worry."
"Yes Mother."
He closed the door, and Cimorene felt the weight of years upon her once again. Then she sighed, and fell asleep. Perhaps tomorrow would bring an answer to the enigma.
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Hey everybody! Sorry this took so long. And its short. I'll try to do better. I promise. This has the usual disclaimers- Cimorene, and all characters you recognize is P.C. Wrede. All other stuff you don't recognize, names for people included, is mine.
'It had to have happened sometime,' Cimorene tried to reason with herself. There was no reason why Alianora and Rowan's daughter couldn't come to the Enchanted Forest. But there was something about Isolde that made Cimorene wary. The girl could not possibly have guessed. She had spent years perfecting her disguise. And then a mention of an old friend got her teary eyed and revealing her name.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid.'
And yet, was there a part of her, that was not the carefully cultivated and stony facade? A part, that wished for her friend? A part that could no longer see things too painful to be remembered.
'I'll speak to Morwen.'
Then she remembered. The wizards. She couldn't contact the friendly witch. Besides, that flighty Princess had gaped at the mirror. Had she seen something? That would account for her awe. She walked to her room. She had spent years, waiting for the day a Prophecy of obscure meaning became reality. Once that had happened, she could send Daystar to look for his Father. She closed her eyes against the thought of Daystar lying dead and bloodied at Antorell's feet- the wizard might not be bright, but he had power- more than Daystar had shown as of yet. Perhaps it ought to be stopped. She could grab Alianora's child, tell her a raiding wizard was coming that way-no. She owed Isolde hospitality, if nothing else. But how- how could she deal with the shadows that hung over her, hung over her home. Dark bruise purple shadows. Soul sucking shadows. Waiting to steal the breath of someone. Someone close to her. Something would happen. Her face became haggard. Crystal leaked from behind tightly closed lids, sparkled on cheeks.
'Twice in one day,' she thought. 'I'm getting sentimental.' The door creaked, and her gangly son was standing in the doorway.
"Mother?"
"Yes, Daystar?"
"Something's about to happen. I don't know how I know, but I do."
"I know it too Daystar. Don't worry."
"Yes Mother."
He closed the door, and Cimorene felt the weight of years upon her once again. Then she sighed, and fell asleep. Perhaps tomorrow would bring an answer to the enigma.
***
Hey everybody! Sorry this took so long. And its short. I'll try to do better. I promise. This has the usual disclaimers- Cimorene, and all characters you recognize is P.C. Wrede. All other stuff you don't recognize, names for people included, is mine.