RHAPSODY
There was a small child, no older than one, sitting on the living room floor. She got up and wobbled over to the woman on the couch. The woman had long wavy, white hair. The woman picked up her daughter and set her on her lap. She stood up and took the little girl outside. There was a man standing against the house. He took the little girl from the woman's arms, and hugged her. The woman watched as her husband played with their daughter. The man came back over toward the woman and handed back the little girl. He picked up a bag near the woman's feet. He hugged his daughter one last time, and embraced his wife before kissing her goodbye. The woman hugged her daughter tighter to her, and watched as her husband rode off into the horizon.
Rhapsody woke up in her chambers, in a cold sweat and breathing heavily. She placed a hand to her forehead and tried to clam down her breathing. Was that a vision? Or was it just a dream? She thought to herself.
Slowly, she got dressed and exited her chambers to the Great Hall. She couldn't get that image out of her head. The image of that little girl was burned into her mind. She felt closeness to this girl. Almost as if she knew her somehow. Rhapsody tried to shake the thought from her head, but it still lingered there vaguely.
As Rhapsody sat down at the dinner table Grunthor said, "'Ello, there duchess!"
"Mor...Morning Grunthor." Rhapsody yawned while sitting down in her chair.
"'Ou look terrible. 'Ad dreams?"
"Something of the sort. Though I don't think it was a dream. I think it was a vision."
"'Ou mean 'ike somethin' that's going to 'appen?"
"No. More of a...of a memory I think."
"Is there anything that seemed to stand out?" Achmed interjected.
Rhapsody thought for a moment then said, "There was a little girl. No older than one at the most. I...I felt like I knew her somehow."
"Did you see anyone else?" Achmed said curiously.
"I guess I saw her parents but both their faces were blurry. But I remember the mother had long white colored hair." She replied. Rhapsody laded one side of her head on the table and thought. Athmae walked past the table towards her chambers. Rhapsody's eyes wandered onto Athmae's hair, and realization struck her. Athmae's hair was dark brown with two white stripes on each side of her head. The little girl from her vision had the same color hair, and the same deep blue eyes.
"That's it." Rhapsody said quietly sitting back up in her chair.
"What's it?" Achmed said.
"The little girl from my vision...it's Athmae." Rhapsody replied. Both Grunthor and Achmed went very quiet. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
"Come with me." Achmed said flatly.
Achmed left Grunthor at the table and lead Rhapsody to his chambers. When they were inside Achmed sat on his bed and rested his chin on his folded hands. "Athmae was your daughter isn't she." Achmed looked up at Rhapsody. "Now it all fits! I see the resemblance. The attitude sure is the same. And of course the fact that you both hate mutton. Why didn't I see it before!"
"Good job at figuering it out, but I have something important to tell you. Athmae doesn't know that I am her father." Achmed said. Rhapsody looked at Achmed in shock.
"Why don't you tell her. I bet she is dying to..."
"Mind your own business." Achmed cut her off.
"Your wife looked beautiful from what I could tell." Rhapsody said breaking the silence.
"She was very beautiful." He replied closing his eyes trying to remember his wife's looks.
"It looked like you loved Athmae dearly."
"I still do." Achmed said softly opening his eyes and looking at Rhapsody.
"Does Grunthor know?" She asked.
Achmed nodded and said, "Technically, he is her godfather."
Rhapsody smiled then said, "If that's all, I'm going to leave now." Achmed nodded in ascent.
CALLISTO
Callisto was wandering around in the Great Hall looking at all the objects. If either Cantross or Zeldran knew that she was in here they would be furious. But she did not fear them. She was glad she was free from the spell that held her. So when the time was right she was going to kill her two companions.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming her way. Grunthor stopped in front of her. And said, "'ell what are 'ou's doing here?"
"Looking around." She said meekly. "Don't worry you have nothing to fear."
"'Ow so?" He said.
"Follow me." She replied grabbing his arm. She brought him into her bedroom and shut the door.
"Didn't know 'ou 'anted me so 'ad, but Oi can't complain." Grunthor said taking off his helmet.
"It's me Grunthor." She said pulling off her bandanna, letting her long white hair fall a little bit past her shoulders. "It's Callisto."
Grunthor's jaw dropped. "'Oi...'Oi thought 'ou were dead."
"I was. But I don't have time to tell you the whole thing. Just promise me that you won't leave Cantross alone with Athmae."
"Achmed is really going to like o this."
"Is that what he is being called these days? Achmed?"
"Oi forgot. 'Ack then he was know as The Brother."
Callisto walked to the door. Before leaving she turned towards Grunthor and said, "And 'Achmed' nor the others don't find out who I really am."
Grunthor smiled. "It's 'ood to see ya 'ack."
"Thanks. It's good to see you too."
"And if 'ou ever get 'only, Oi'm always open." Gruthor said winking at her.
"You haven't changed one bit have you Grunthor?" She replied smiling at him. "I'll see you around." Callisto opened the door and left silently.
There was a small child, no older than one, sitting on the living room floor. She got up and wobbled over to the woman on the couch. The woman had long wavy, white hair. The woman picked up her daughter and set her on her lap. She stood up and took the little girl outside. There was a man standing against the house. He took the little girl from the woman's arms, and hugged her. The woman watched as her husband played with their daughter. The man came back over toward the woman and handed back the little girl. He picked up a bag near the woman's feet. He hugged his daughter one last time, and embraced his wife before kissing her goodbye. The woman hugged her daughter tighter to her, and watched as her husband rode off into the horizon.
Rhapsody woke up in her chambers, in a cold sweat and breathing heavily. She placed a hand to her forehead and tried to clam down her breathing. Was that a vision? Or was it just a dream? She thought to herself.
Slowly, she got dressed and exited her chambers to the Great Hall. She couldn't get that image out of her head. The image of that little girl was burned into her mind. She felt closeness to this girl. Almost as if she knew her somehow. Rhapsody tried to shake the thought from her head, but it still lingered there vaguely.
As Rhapsody sat down at the dinner table Grunthor said, "'Ello, there duchess!"
"Mor...Morning Grunthor." Rhapsody yawned while sitting down in her chair.
"'Ou look terrible. 'Ad dreams?"
"Something of the sort. Though I don't think it was a dream. I think it was a vision."
"'Ou mean 'ike somethin' that's going to 'appen?"
"No. More of a...of a memory I think."
"Is there anything that seemed to stand out?" Achmed interjected.
Rhapsody thought for a moment then said, "There was a little girl. No older than one at the most. I...I felt like I knew her somehow."
"Did you see anyone else?" Achmed said curiously.
"I guess I saw her parents but both their faces were blurry. But I remember the mother had long white colored hair." She replied. Rhapsody laded one side of her head on the table and thought. Athmae walked past the table towards her chambers. Rhapsody's eyes wandered onto Athmae's hair, and realization struck her. Athmae's hair was dark brown with two white stripes on each side of her head. The little girl from her vision had the same color hair, and the same deep blue eyes.
"That's it." Rhapsody said quietly sitting back up in her chair.
"What's it?" Achmed said.
"The little girl from my vision...it's Athmae." Rhapsody replied. Both Grunthor and Achmed went very quiet. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
"Come with me." Achmed said flatly.
Achmed left Grunthor at the table and lead Rhapsody to his chambers. When they were inside Achmed sat on his bed and rested his chin on his folded hands. "Athmae was your daughter isn't she." Achmed looked up at Rhapsody. "Now it all fits! I see the resemblance. The attitude sure is the same. And of course the fact that you both hate mutton. Why didn't I see it before!"
"Good job at figuering it out, but I have something important to tell you. Athmae doesn't know that I am her father." Achmed said. Rhapsody looked at Achmed in shock.
"Why don't you tell her. I bet she is dying to..."
"Mind your own business." Achmed cut her off.
"Your wife looked beautiful from what I could tell." Rhapsody said breaking the silence.
"She was very beautiful." He replied closing his eyes trying to remember his wife's looks.
"It looked like you loved Athmae dearly."
"I still do." Achmed said softly opening his eyes and looking at Rhapsody.
"Does Grunthor know?" She asked.
Achmed nodded and said, "Technically, he is her godfather."
Rhapsody smiled then said, "If that's all, I'm going to leave now." Achmed nodded in ascent.
CALLISTO
Callisto was wandering around in the Great Hall looking at all the objects. If either Cantross or Zeldran knew that she was in here they would be furious. But she did not fear them. She was glad she was free from the spell that held her. So when the time was right she was going to kill her two companions.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming her way. Grunthor stopped in front of her. And said, "'ell what are 'ou's doing here?"
"Looking around." She said meekly. "Don't worry you have nothing to fear."
"'Ow so?" He said.
"Follow me." She replied grabbing his arm. She brought him into her bedroom and shut the door.
"Didn't know 'ou 'anted me so 'ad, but Oi can't complain." Grunthor said taking off his helmet.
"It's me Grunthor." She said pulling off her bandanna, letting her long white hair fall a little bit past her shoulders. "It's Callisto."
Grunthor's jaw dropped. "'Oi...'Oi thought 'ou were dead."
"I was. But I don't have time to tell you the whole thing. Just promise me that you won't leave Cantross alone with Athmae."
"Achmed is really going to like o this."
"Is that what he is being called these days? Achmed?"
"Oi forgot. 'Ack then he was know as The Brother."
Callisto walked to the door. Before leaving she turned towards Grunthor and said, "And 'Achmed' nor the others don't find out who I really am."
Grunthor smiled. "It's 'ood to see ya 'ack."
"Thanks. It's good to see you too."
"And if 'ou ever get 'only, Oi'm always open." Gruthor said winking at her.
"You haven't changed one bit have you Grunthor?" She replied smiling at him. "I'll see you around." Callisto opened the door and left silently.