chapter Fifty
Gabrielle
could feel him. He was calling for me. His voice, so beautiful even then. He was saying:
Gabrielle. Do not fear. Do not fear me. I love you. I will not harm you.
Stop.
Stop and listen to me.
Gabrielle, my light. Stop for me.
But I knew if I stopped I was lost. I knew that he had planned this all along, from the very beginning.
As I ran away from him. I saw someone in the passages.
A girl.
She had beautiful red hair and green eyes.
My daughter. My daughter with him. I could see it in her sadness. The scar through her shirt. I knew what had put it there. I could see the remnants of your sword shattered in her soul; knew that its power had healed her.
I understood then, that this was not the end.
This was only the beginning.
But maybe there was hope.
There was a boy with her. A wolf. And I knew. I knew how to get help.
I could see the past, the present, and the future.
I brought her close to me.
I whispered in her ear.