And so it was that little Daeden Claire put on her clothes and walked out onto the grounds. She took her lantern; a quaint token that she did not need to light the way but enjoyed using.
It was late at night but her parents never interfered with this ritual; nor did the small army of guardians that were always around her—always aware.
The child stared at the moon; she looked into the moon. There, the history of the solar system played out before her. She no longer needed crystals to see the past as she had just less than a year before.
On these nights, she witnessed the chronicle of humankind. There were things that she decided she would tell no one, not even her mother. She had made up her young but ferociously intelligent mind.
Still, she perceived only glimpses of the future. But she knew that something, somebody— was coming. And when that time arrived, everything would hang in the balance.
She made her way up the path. A tiny stone shifted in her boot to the bottom of her foot as she stepped down. She felt the slight pinch. She thought for a moment and then waved her hand. The fragment of rock appeared on the ground next to her. She had done this many times with small things. The ability to move larger objects was growing though; she could tell.
This was the power that unsettled her the most.
"Seek positive energy," her mother would tell her.
Daeden would look inside of herself, facing the tremendous thaumaturgical gestalt residing there. It was as a Being unto itself. She looked for the peaceful flow of creativity and love—and always saw the dazzling aura of both creation and destruction. She would sometimes cry at this.
"Such is The Way," the guardians would tell her parents, "She, like all of us, will choose."
At times her parents, courageous people determined to see this awesome responsibility through, would also cry, but only for a few moments—always showing bright, confident smiles to their precious child. Their faith was absolute.
Little Daeden Claire returned to her room, changed into her pretty cotton slip and went to bed.
A soft breeze drifted through the open window.
The First Enchantress Of The Subatlantic Chronozone fell to sleep thinking of her favorite toys, her upcoming piano lesson,
and The Creatures Of The Dark And The Light.
It was late at night but her parents never interfered with this ritual; nor did the small army of guardians that were always around her—always aware.
The child stared at the moon; she looked into the moon. There, the history of the solar system played out before her. She no longer needed crystals to see the past as she had just less than a year before.
On these nights, she witnessed the chronicle of humankind. There were things that she decided she would tell no one, not even her mother. She had made up her young but ferociously intelligent mind.
Still, she perceived only glimpses of the future. But she knew that something, somebody— was coming. And when that time arrived, everything would hang in the balance.
She made her way up the path. A tiny stone shifted in her boot to the bottom of her foot as she stepped down. She felt the slight pinch. She thought for a moment and then waved her hand. The fragment of rock appeared on the ground next to her. She had done this many times with small things. The ability to move larger objects was growing though; she could tell.
This was the power that unsettled her the most.
"Seek positive energy," her mother would tell her.
Daeden would look inside of herself, facing the tremendous thaumaturgical gestalt residing there. It was as a Being unto itself. She looked for the peaceful flow of creativity and love—and always saw the dazzling aura of both creation and destruction. She would sometimes cry at this.
"Such is The Way," the guardians would tell her parents, "She, like all of us, will choose."
At times her parents, courageous people determined to see this awesome responsibility through, would also cry, but only for a few moments—always showing bright, confident smiles to their precious child. Their faith was absolute.
Little Daeden Claire returned to her room, changed into her pretty cotton slip and went to bed.
A soft breeze drifted through the open window.
The First Enchantress Of The Subatlantic Chronozone fell to sleep thinking of her favorite toys, her upcoming piano lesson,
and The Creatures Of The Dark And The Light.
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