Saturday, December 3, 2011









Keon watches the soft gathering mist as it blends and moves with the night. It begins to take on a bluish hue, then a vague outline of a female form.

Cassandra...

Closing his eyes he could feel the whisper of her movement, smell the water and sand. The softest of touches on his face, the sound of her voice brings an ache to his chest...

“Your love brings me Keon... yours and Meras.....never doubt that....”

Before Keon could reply the mist was fading and moving towards the water and disappeared completely when a dark cloud passed over the moon...

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