Emme looked around. The room was filled with black robed figures whose faces were hidden behind conical hats. One of them shut the door and the rest stood behind a woman in a blood red robe. Emme sucked in a deep breath. Her heart pounded and her entire body tingled. This can’t be happening. “Esmaralda
“Do you see that? Isn’t it beautiful the way the moon shines though it?” Emme asked Ben. “Yeah, I see that dumb cow weather vane. Ain’t nothin’ special ‘bout it,” Ben replied. Emme couldn’t believe it. Were they looking at the same thing? Did she have the gift? Is that why she saw it and
There was so much to do, it overwhelmed her. Bills, farm duties, chores, shopping, the list went on. Bella screamed and threw her hands in the air, she needed to get away. Bella ran down the path leading to her favorite spot. Nestled far from the farm, a tranquil lake that gave her immense pleasure.
Corey felt it. He had hoped this day would never arrive—he dreaded it. He cursed, grabbed his bag and headed to Cahercasey. The door was ajar when he arrived. He feared entering. The place had been the site of many battles, but stood proud, a pillar against the evil within. Corey hesitated before going inside.
He stood there for aeons. Guardian of the lost. Many came to him, praying for their loved ones, but he stood there, in silence. Men, women, and children cried, laying their hands on him, praying for their missing, afterword placing crosses for their departed. Still he stood. Silent. Time passed and fewer visitors came, until
Mia watched another couple climb the mountain and join hands. Once joined, the sunset broke over the mountain and the sky turned a beautiful color. Their union was blessed, and they would live a long, happy, prosperous life. She longed for the day that she and Tom would be able to do the same. Day
Audrick held up his sword and chanted aloud, “Qui Habitat in adiutorio altissimi, in protection Dei Caeli commorabitur. (Whoever dwells with the assistance of the Most High will abide in the protection of the God of heaven).” A tithe to the God he had worshiped since birth. He chanted for hours until the blade glowed
Carly loved walking though her mother’s garden. Especially the path that led to the tree in the middle. Once there, she sat and enjoyed the sights, sounds, smells, and peace the garden provided. As she grew and had a family of her own, her trips to her mother’s garden grew less frequent, until finally they