As the child whirls and twirls in glee, the woman breaks down into tears. She is about to do the hardest thing in all of her life: hurt her daughter. It was inexcusable, yes, but necessary. She would not see her only daughter be hurt as she had been hurt.
"Momma, what's the matter?" her beautiful darling's voice breaks into her mind.
"Nothing, angel, nothing. I want you to know that I love you more than anything in the world, alright? No matter what happens, I will always love you." These words confused the child, but she shrugged it off as incosiquential. She went on playing as if nothing had happened.
Hooves sounded on the forest floor, bridles and halters jingling. The child looked up, her face glowing. Her silver eyes twinkled with glee, her black hair gleaming.
"Papa!!!" she squealed, dashing off to the horses.
A handsome man lept off of a black stallion, catching the child's small body in his arms...
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Ayla woke up gasping, the burried memory fresh in her mind. The last time she had seen her mother, that beautiful woman who had given birth to her, she had been only five years old. She remembered the last words she had spoken, the last expression on her face, before she had vanished forever. Her father had not known of her mother's plans, but it didn't matter. She had still left. Now 12 years later, she still had nightmares.
 BookWurm21 · Sat Nov 22, 2008 @ 04:20am · 1 Comments |
