How do you tell someone you love them when they are no longer there to hear you? Do they know that you are aching for them? Do they know just how sorry you are? Can they feel this never-ending pain as well? Or rather, do they have no idea? Is it possible that they do not care at all? Should you send these precious memories and hopes down a rushing river in hope that it will find the one you desire?

That is what Eleanora wondered.

She had always loved the sound of rushing water. Its soothing melody drifted through her mind like a symphony. She closed her eyes picturing the small boat she lay in to be on the lake, rocking back and forth gently. She smiled letting the sun warm her face. This was where she felt safe; curled up in her father's weathered little boat just as the sun was rising and the world was waking from its slumber. This was where she belonged, in the woods… safely away from Kystranni.

There was a certain sense of peace and serenity out here as the sun's pale and pearly light broke through the trees, and the fog still covered the ground.

But the trees didn't dance any more. And the bird's once beautiful melodies were non-existent. This place she called home was no longer the same. What had once been a wild and vibrant place was now a site of mystery… a near void of silence. Eleanora could feel it in the air. She could hear the broken spirits of those who longed to break free of their harsh silence. She was haunted by their cries of anguish in the night.

And it was all her fault. She was the reason they were gone. If it were not for her, many people would still have been alive. This pain she felt… this guilt, it never went away. Through the years it has hacked mercilessly at her heart, leaving her cold and numb. Eleanora could not bear it any longer. The memories were too much. Sitting up in her little boat her body went still. She brushed a curl behind her ear. She felt as though someone was watching her. She held her stomach trying to calm down.

"Tristan?" she called out. But there was no answer. Standing up she pulled the thin gray shawl tightly around her shoulders. She could feel someone or something coming as the woods started to hum softly with life, everything brightening slightly around her. The overpowering scent of daisies and apple blossoms filled the air. Wind whistled through the trees, and as she looked down she saw bright daisies blowing about her skirt.

"Morgance." She whispered excitedly. "Is that you?"

The soft tinkling of laughter was behind her. She whirled around.

"Morgance!" Eleanora called out in delight. She ran to embrace the girl standing before her. Clothed in a simple white dress she looked nothing short of angelic. Her white blonde hair fell over her shoulders catching the sunlight brilliantly.

"Oh how I have missed you!" the girl kissed Eleanora's cheek, her pale blue eyes dancing.

"You have no idea!" Eleanora laughed gleefully, a wide smile spreading across her face. But suddenly she wondered fearfully, why are you here. She pushed aside her fears and took the girl in her arms again. She hoped that her wariness did not show.

"What's wrong?" Morgance asked instinctively.

"Nothing." Eleanora mumbled as she sat down on the ground.

Noiselessly, Morgance sat down beside her, her golden hair falling about her face.

"I'm sorry." Eleanora whispered looking down at the earthen floor.

"For what?" Morgance asked, already knowing the answer.

Eleanora looked at her, her eyes wide with pain. "Because it is my fault."

"Your fault?" Morgance gasped. "Eleanora none of this is your fault!"

"But it is." She whispered, her cheeks burning red with shame.

"Well… it's not so bad, really." Morgance said, a weak smile playing at her lips. "I get to see mother all the time. But… I don't like that it is so quiet. And nobody listens to me." Her smile faded. An apple blossom fell into her palms. "It's changing." She whispered hoarsely."

"Hmm?" Eleanora mumbled as she started to fashion a daisy chain.

"It's changing. I can feel it, Nora. Can't you?"

"What do you mean, Morgance?"

Unexpected tears streamed down her pale cheeks. "You must be careful, Nora. Please promise me that you will."

"Morgance I don't understand!" Eleanora cried out. "How-

"I'm sorry but I must go." The girl cried out as she stood up. "Please forgive me."

"Wait!" Eleanora called out in desperation. But it was too late. She had already disappeared into the distance, flower petals blowing about the ground.

"No." she whispered as she sank to the ground in confusion. She was gone once more