An Erebus Christmas Carol – The Past, Part II
She takes all the credit, you know. Is it too much to ask to maybe share the power and glory once in awhile?
She takes all the credit, you know. Is it too much to ask to maybe share the power and glory once in awhile?
“He is a very nice man who makes toys and gives them away to children all over the world every year.”
The scythe cutting through the limb, the blood, the feathers falling from me, the agony, the feeling of horror, despair, betrayal.
You have not been alone because you are evil, it is because you have to wait to find the one worthy of all that you are.
This money thing is frustrating, and I don’t think my “turtles” and drachmas are good for much at this point. I can’t even trade the goats.
“If I’m such a delight, why didn’t you tell me you were planning on moving back home? And that I had to drag my ass out here?”
“Without seeing what has been, what is and what may come, you will never know true happiness.”
I watched as Aunt Hestia got hit with two pink splashes, and Aunt Dem got a shot of yellow right in her face.
I couldn’t stop giggling, then I heard the voices coming from the wood. I began to stagger in that direction.
“All I’m doing is trying to cause a little mischief. No one will get hurt, I promise.”
The warm breeze shifts and Ky’Elli’s relaxed body suddenly goes very alert. Her nostrils flare as she scents the air.
I didn’t even have to answer and the conversation would repeat as it had months before when I was trapped in the dream realm.
Forgiveness doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten. I will never trust you or look upon you with the favor I show your brother, Dinlas.
It was as if he didn’t quite recognize her or had seen her for the very first time. He drew me to him and kissed me, first tenderly. Then he kissed deeper, passionately.