Indigo Tears
Disclaimer: I do not own Rulke, Maigraith, or any of the View From the Mirror storyline. I wouldn't dare try to claim the works of Ian Irvine for myself. I do, however, wish I owned Rulke.
This is just something I wrote late last night after re-reading the end of The Way Between the Worlds. It's a final letter from Maigraith to Rulke, and vice versa, after their son is born.
Maigraith's Letter
My dearest Rulke, so near yet so far,
I can almost feel your hand on my shoulder.
Your breath feels warm, caressing my back,
But I know it's just the wind.
My love, how I long for you, now more than ever,
To show you the fruit of our love, but you're gone.
How can I love someone so, I hardly knew you.
You were snatched away so quickly,
But I am not sorry.
You saved my life, but you gave up your own.
Noble Rulke, how can I thank you?
I owe you so much that I cannot repay.
Your spirit wonders places that I dare not tread.
So I cannot say thank you,
Can't tell you of my love.
But you already knew, didn't you?
As you placed the ring on my finger.
I have never removed it Rulke, I never will.
Our son wails, he wails for the father he'll never know.
But he will grow up strong, noble, courageous.
All the things you were, and always will be.
So farewell my sweet Rulke.
I pray that you know,
That now and forever,
You will always be a part of me.
I love you.