Lost

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She was a young woman, a sorceress in training but she knew she wasn’t ready to take over the leadership of this dominion. She never liked being forced into doing what was ‘expected’ of her, and taking her mother’s place just didn’t feel right. She hadn’t come into her full powers yet; she hadn’t come of age.

Meghan was still grieving the loss of her mother. It was unexpected. Her father had gone missing and her ‘family’ was looking to her to take up the reigns of power and all she could think was “I can’t do this, I never wanted this responsibility and they knew it… what will happen if father never returns,” she thought to herself. He always aided her mother in her rule. He had always been their support. Now she was alone in the magic room that always enchanted her and felt nothing but fear. “What am I going to do?” she whispered to herself.

She looked around the magic room and felt nothing. It had always been a room of light, but now to her it was dark, dank with an eerie feel to it, and there on its pedestal lay the book of charms. It had been in her mother’s line for generations and now it was her turn to use it for the good of her people. It was at that moment, while looking around the room that she thought about running away; about leaving this all behind. She touched the talisman around her neck feeling the tingle that reverberated on her fingers, thinking it would bring comfort, but all she felt was foreboding. Nothing was right in her world and it wouldn’t be if she didn’t come up with a solution, and quickly.

Suddenly, it came to her. Incantations, that’s what her mother called them and right now she couldn’t think of a single one. It had always been a game to her, fine tuning her gifts that now seemed to desert her; that’s what she needed now, something to calm her when she didn’t feel nor want to be serene. Slowly she walked over to the pedestal and started to peruse through the book… there, that’s the one. A small note seemed to flutter off the page. Meghan saw it was written to her from her mother.

Dear one, I’m sorry that I had to leave you so soon, but we all have our destinies. I know you feel alone and scared, but you don’t need to be. I will always be with you, just listen for my voice.  I’ve taught you all you need to know and you will be a fine leader. Your father went on a spirit walk to heal and complete some unfinished business. He loves you and will return when you most need him. I know, you’re thinking you need him now, but this is always how it has been. The consort to the queen leaves for a short time and will return at the right time. Be strong daughter and know my love lives on in you…

Meghan took a deep breath and sighed. She could do this, just as her mother had done before her.  Looking at the top of the page she read “Tranquility.” She was grieving but she knew now that she would be all right.

Word Count: 554

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