to

forget.

My mother reaches out for me.

Her power pulses in the earth, in the trees.

She commands me to return to her.

I do not obey.

I cannot.

She will see the truth in me.

She will hang an orb around my neck

and force me to fill it with his soul.

And

I

will

not

kill

him.

But I cannot forget him, as he has forgotten me.

He is so helpless.

So frail.

Yet he would have given his soul

to save the child.

His sister.

I do not understand.

I want to understand.

In the evenings I come to the edge of the wood.

I peer over the wall at his house.

I watch.

Until the lights in his windows are put out.

Until stars shimmer in the wide sky.

Until the memory of his voice pours through me.