For the very first time, I dreamt of my mother.
The woman in my dream had a face I couldn't recognize. I had never seen my mother's face, never felt her embrace or seen for myself how weak the Council claimed her to be. But even I, knew what motherly presence looked like.
She looked no older than eighteen, as if immortalized in the age she had died. It was peculiar that she appeared to me in a human form. Her hair glowed like honey in the sun, an ivory scar crossing the length of her left eye. She was clad in a purple robe that bore the crest of an eclipsed moon. The soft glow of everlasting youth radiated from her porcelain skin. This woman was made of soft edges and jagged centers.
I tried to run towards her, but monstrous fingers sprouting from the wet soil gripped my feet and held t
