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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.
