Epilogue
Meg peered out of the cottage window, to check on their horses.
Meg had given birth to a little girl 5 years before, called Raven.
'What if our baby is deformed it's born? I don't want to place a burden on you.' Erik had said when Meg discussed having a child with him,
'Even if it is, I will still love it, because it is ours. You don't need anymore reassurance from me.' Erik had just smiled in return.
A year later Meg gave birth to a little girl and she was not deformed.
Now her features were clear she had Erik Jet black hair, Meg's soft pink lips and small petit nose and Erik's piercing green eyes. From the age of 4 she had learned to ride a horse and excelled at it, and play a few instruments like the violin and piano. Erik was overwhelmed at how fast she had learned. Meg put it down to Erik's great teaching.
The family had moved to the countryside in south France just after Raven was born. Meg had suggested living in a cottage and they soon found quite a large one perfect for bringing up a child.
10 years later, Raven had married someone whom she had met through a distant relative, and moved away to a different country, totally distressing Meg, she was worried about Raven's well-being and the man she had married, he seemed nice - when Erik and Meg were around. Meg had soon grown sick with worry and stress over her daughter and started to vomit regularly, and get migraines, she was becoming ill. Until one day there was knock on the front door when she want to answer it Raven was standing there on the doorstep, with an older woman, it was Christine.
