A connection broken

With her magic gone, Lily came to rely on her awareness of the seasons, and her hard won understanding of human nature. She was still formidable, even without the magic.

She was also still very much in tune with her own life and the connections shared with others. It wasn’t magic, not really, but she retained an uncanny knack of knowing when things were wrong, when lives were changing.

So, early one Thursday morning, barely after midnight, she knew something was wrong.

The dream was gentle, without any real form or purpose, and she didn’t remember any of it when she woke. What woke her, as the alarm clock flashed 1:30am, was the bleed of scarlet that flooded her sight, obliterating any dream there had been. Startled, she woke as it flowed black as pitch and she felt the connection tear from her.

“Who died?” she wondered, shaking, shivering. “Who left me?”

Just a snippet from Lily’s later years. Not sure yet whether it might make it into a book, I suspect not.

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