Chapter 27: Accepting the Truth
I held my still unnamed daughter close to me for the first time since her birth. She was a beautiful little girl with short dark-colored hair, and Matthew's twinkling ice-blue eyes, "My little girl," I whispered, gently rocking her, "My little girl…"
It was difficult, however. Knowing that she was already in so much danger, and had not yet even been able to experience the essence of life… I would be forced to deal with these feelings of uncertainty for the remainder of my life, unless and until something happened to change my perspective; she was the one, however… The last half-faerie that would ever be raised as a mortal, "My precious little girl…" I cooed, softly, and Matthew offered me a warm smile; he now knew everything. He knew the contents of the second half of the prophecy, but he was willing to try to maintain a normal upbringing for our daughter, although she would know from the start what role she had to play in the fates of all…
I loved her so much already, and my heart was filled with happiness at the thought of being able to watch her grow-- watch her taking her first steps, and watching her experience life… "She's beautiful, isn't she?" Matthew whispered.
I nodded, "She looks a lot like my mother-- she also looks a lot like you," I added, stroking her cheek, gently, as she sniffled and then sneezed, "Bless you, love," I whispered, and Matthew smiled again, "What shall we name you?" I asked her, as she gurgled, "What should we call you, huh?" I murmured, and Matthew immediately whispered the perfect name for our perfect daughter.