Chapter 2
Standing in the doorway to Jaenelle's sitting room, Daemon watched silently as his wife read the tangled
web she had created. As a Black Widow himself, Daemon knew the importance of concentration while
reading a web. A loss of concentration could mean a slip into the Twisted Kingdom, a place he knew all to
well.
As he watched his wife there was a bit of sorrow in Daemon's heart. She was over fifty now, the gray now
showing at her temples and wrinkles appearing on her face. Jaenelle was not one of the long-lived races, he
knew that she would age before him, that she might die before he began to really even look old. He had
known all this, but it made seeing it no easier. He still loved her as much as he ever had, he would still
willingly give his life to save hers, but it was hard to see the one he loved so much, the mother of is son,
grow old.
After a few moments, Jaenelle looked up, and after her eyes refocused to the real world, not the one of
dreams and visions that she had just be in, she smiled at her husband. Standing, she walked to him and
kissed his lips. "Hello Daemon."
Daemon could only smile back at her for a bit while he wrapped his arms around her. "Hello Jaenelle," he
mumrmered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. Pulling back a bit, he looked into her eyes. "Lady
Kristin came to see me today."
Jaenelle pulled back and went to sit in a nearby chair. "I knew that she was coming to see you. Is anything
wrong?"
Sitting beside his wife, Daemon took one of her hands in his. "She said that a girl had come to her
attention, one that needed training in Craft." He paused for a moment, "I want you to train her Jaenelle."
She stood and went back to her web. "I've seen things here I don't understand. I new struggle, a new
solution. A new enemy, a new friend. I don't understand it, but there are times when the Darkness does not
wish us to understand, not until we are ready." She turned and Witch looked at Daemon through sapphire
eyes. "I will teach her. She will bring answers."
Standing in the doorway to Jaenelle's sitting room, Daemon watched silently as his wife read the tangled
web she had created. As a Black Widow himself, Daemon knew the importance of concentration while
reading a web. A loss of concentration could mean a slip into the Twisted Kingdom, a place he knew all to
well.
As he watched his wife there was a bit of sorrow in Daemon's heart. She was over fifty now, the gray now
showing at her temples and wrinkles appearing on her face. Jaenelle was not one of the long-lived races, he
knew that she would age before him, that she might die before he began to really even look old. He had
known all this, but it made seeing it no easier. He still loved her as much as he ever had, he would still
willingly give his life to save hers, but it was hard to see the one he loved so much, the mother of is son,
grow old.
After a few moments, Jaenelle looked up, and after her eyes refocused to the real world, not the one of
dreams and visions that she had just be in, she smiled at her husband. Standing, she walked to him and
kissed his lips. "Hello Daemon."
Daemon could only smile back at her for a bit while he wrapped his arms around her. "Hello Jaenelle," he
mumrmered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. Pulling back a bit, he looked into her eyes. "Lady
Kristin came to see me today."
Jaenelle pulled back and went to sit in a nearby chair. "I knew that she was coming to see you. Is anything
wrong?"
Sitting beside his wife, Daemon took one of her hands in his. "She said that a girl had come to her
attention, one that needed training in Craft." He paused for a moment, "I want you to train her Jaenelle."
She stood and went back to her web. "I've seen things here I don't understand. I new struggle, a new
solution. A new enemy, a new friend. I don't understand it, but there are times when the Darkness does not
wish us to understand, not until we are ready." She turned and Witch looked at Daemon through sapphire
eyes. "I will teach her. She will bring answers."
