Seraphina:
Mother?
I’m feeling overwhelmed in a way I haven’t in years. Not since I found out my true identity.
How can this be possible? She’s been dead for over twenty years, how is she communicating with me? And why now?
Where are you, mother? I plead for answers. My heart is racing like I’ve just run a marathon. I’m shaking my sweaty hands, trying to keep myself calm.
At peace, my love. She answers.
Again, only a few words at a time. It occurs to me, maybe she has to communicate quickly... wherever she is.
How are you doing this? I ask. As usual, she doesn’t answer right away. I look back at Dameon, who has woken Mariel up and is packing our things alone. He probably thinks I’m being a lazy bum right now while he does all of the work.
Oh well. This is far more important.
Ou
