Carmalita smiled at Énien. She did not reply at first to what she had said. She just thought. First, 1000 years! Wow, elves really were special. She gazed a second at Énien and then continued to stare into the starry sky. She knew some of the groupings of the stars. There was Menelmacar, the heavens swordsman. He could be seen almost any where in the sky. She loved the stories her father used to tell her about him, before she disappointed him. Now she told them stories to crystal...
She searched the sky again, but she had forgotten the rest, too much had gotten in her way. She rolled over, and looked into the heat of the fire. The sparks danced around it and a tear fell down her cheek. It was the pain of her stomach, that’s what she told herself. But it wasn’t. She knew she shouldn’t have left crystal, but that child was such a burden. When she wanted to travel there was always a child behind her. Wanting food, toys, drink she hated it. But she the child was her responsibility, even if it was not her fault.
He had made her do it. He had made her……. She turned over so her faced looked upon the ground. Her stomach hurt immensely but she did not want to worry anyone with her tears. They had too much to think of. Slowly she fell asleep.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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