Sarah
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Post by Sarah on Dec 5, 2009 2:52:53 GMT -6
I am so excited that I did NaNoWriMo. It was quite an experience. I didn't make it anywhere near the 50,000+ word goal, but the experience more than made up for it. I will be attaching a file to read the around 6,000 words that I was able to complete this weekend!
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Post by Edward Cheever on Dec 6, 2009 14:39:29 GMT -6
I'm looking forward to reading what you've got!
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Sarah
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Post by Sarah on Dec 8, 2009 23:04:51 GMT -6
Here it is. The Eye of Bralia completely unedited! I hope you all like it. It is more of a girl book, but hopefully still interesting!
Chapter 1
Darkness had fallen on the village of Bralia. The large stone castle on top of the hill loomed over the village. Its tall towers and spires made the castle menacing in the darkness. If one looked hard, they could see a small light coming from one of the windows. Doamnă Elena of Bralia looked out at the star filled sky with a look of deep concentration. Elena was eighteen years old and still unmarried. Most of her friends were either married, soon-to-be-married, or at least had a prospect. Elena had none of these. She wondered if she would ever get married at the rate she was going. She got up and walked over to her mirror. Her black hair was long and fell in burly waves down her back. Many people did not know the fact she had some gypsy blood in her. This was the reason for the darkness of her hair and also for the darkness of her skin. Many people of the village just assumed it came from being out in the sunshine so often, but Elena knew otherwise. But wisely knew that keeping it a secret was best for everyone. If the wrong people found out, she would be in grave danger. She picked up her brush and ran it through her hair. Her mind drifted back to a month ago when she had had the honor to meet the Domn. Vlad Dracul. His graciousness and kindness had fixated her. His good looks had mesmerized her. She wished she could marry him. Unbeknownst to her, a messenger was on his way to the castle on behalf of the Domn of Walachia to ask her brother for her hand in marriage. Elena continued to run the brush through her hair. After a few minutes she hears a knock on her door. Her maid walks over from her small pallet and calls out. “Who is it?” “It is Sorin, please open the door.” Elena’s maid immediately opens the door. Elena’s brother walks briskly into the room and sits in the chair that had been hurriedly placed for him. “Do sit down brother dear.” Elena rolls her eyes are her brothers immature abruptness, but notices he seems to be bursting with news. “Sorin, out with it; tell me now, do not leave me in suspense.” “Elena, I have heard some very intriguing rumors coming from the Domn’s Castle.” “What kind of rumors Sorin”? “I have heard that the Domn has decided on a wife.” Elena gasps in surprise. “Who, who is this woman?” “I am not sure. All I know is that he has finally made a decision.” Sorin smiled at his younger sister. He knew more then he was saying. Elena looked at Sorin in suspicion. “You are surely lying to me brother, I do not know what exactly you are keeping from me, but rest assured, I will find out!” Sorin laughed the sound deep and warm. “Oh dear sister, you bring me such joy. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Sorin stood up and leaned down to kiss Elena’s forehead. “Good night dear sister. Will I see you at the morning meal?” Elena smiled at her brother. “Of course Sorin, aren’t I always?” Sorin graced his little sister with another of his laughs and replied. “Of course, I don’t think even death could keep you from a meal.” Chuckling and winking at his sister he walked to the door and left. Elena looked after her brother with an indignant scowl on her pretty face. She continued to glare at the door and then realized he had been teasing her as always and rolled her eyes and chuckled. She looked at her candle and realized it was becoming very late. She walked over to the candle and blew out the flame plunging the room into darkness except for the small fire that threw shadows across the room. Light streamed in threw the window into the once dark room. Elena turned over and opened her eyes. She sighed and pulled the covers over her head. She curled up to go back to sleep when she heard a knock at her door. Her maid walked over to the door and asked. “Who is it?” “It’s Sorin; I need to speak to Elena immediately.” “Yes sir, one moment sir.” Her maid turned and looked at her waiting for her approval. “Do let him in dear. He seems bothered over something.” Her maid opened the door and Sorin came tearing into the room. “Still abed I see. “ “Obviously dear brother, now, what is all this fuss about?” “Well a messenger just arrived with an important document.” Elena rolled her eyes. Sorin could be so exasperating at times. “Well, what does it say Sorin?” Sorin grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Well dear sister. It seems that a request for your hand in marriage has found its way here.” Elena was flabbergasted. She wondered who in heavens name would have sent Sorin a message asking for her hand in marriage. The idea was crazy. She finally was able to speak and asked. “Who sent you the message? Who wants to marry me?” “Well, it seems Domn Vlad has taking a fancy to you and wants to make you the Prinţesă of Walachia. Elena pinched herself to see if she was dreaming. Was it really possible? Were her dreams finally coming true? She looked incredulously at her brother. “Is this another one of your jokes?” “No dear sister, I can assure you it is not a joke. Here look at the paper yourself!” Elena took the paper from her brother and slowly scanned the page. As her eyes continued down the page a look of shock was permanently fixed on her face. “You aren’t joking. Sorin, I can’t believe it! What is your response?” Elena continued to throw questions at her brother, quickly picking up in speed. Sorin smiled at her and held up his hand. “Calm down dear sister. Give me a chance to actually speak!” Elena had the grace to look sheepish. “I am sorry Sorin.” “Thank you! Now, as I was saying. Elena, this decision is entirely up to you. If you want to be with him, I will not stop you. If he makes you happy, that is all I want for you.” Elena jumped up and ran into his arms. “Thank you Sorin. Yes I want nothing more than to be with the Domn. I have wanted him for so long. My dreams are finally coming true.” “Well then my little sister, I will send a reply to our dear Domn.” Sorin extracted himself from his sister’s embrace and walked out the door and shut it gently. Elena spun around the room in delight. Her dreams were finally going to come true. She was going to become Prinţesă of Walachia. “Would mistress like me to bring her clothes to her?” “Yes dear, that would be fine. Could you bring me something bright and shining?” “Yes ma’am, right away.” Elena walked over to her favorite area in her room. Located next to one of her windows was a small very comfortable seat built into the wall. The seat was covered with plush cushions and curtains made out of silk and rich colors. She would miss this. Maybe the Domn would create something like this for her. She curled up on the seat and stared out at the village. “Mistress I have your clothing here. Would you like help?” “No, thank you dear. I can manage this morning. Would you please tell my brother I will be joining him shortly in the dining room for breakfast.” “Yes ma’am, right away.” Elena slid the soft cotton clothing over her head. Its bright coloring made her skin glow. The deep blues and greens made the red strands in her hair sparkle. A white silk sash went about her waste. She brushed her long hair and then tied her hair behind her with a ribbon and let her hair pool behind her. She then grabbed the necklace her mother had given her and fitted it around her neck. She touched the necklace in reverence. The small gold horseshoe with an eye in the middle was one of her most prized possessions. She fitted small sapphire and gold earrings into her ears. She made her way down to the dining room. Elena sat down at the table and waited for her brother to appear. She put a napkin on her lap and sipped some of her watered-wine. Sorin suddenly came rushing into the room sitting heavily on his chair. “I am sorry for taking so long Elena. I had pressing matters to attend to.” Sorin takes this opportunity to tease his sister and gives her a wink. Elena rolls her eyes and replies. “It is not a problem brother. I haven’t been waiting very long.” “You do look lovely this morning Elena. Did something happen to cause you to have such a glow in your face?” Elena again rolls her eyes. “You know very well the answer to that question Sorin.” “Perhaps I do. I just can’t help teasing you. It brings me such joy.” As the two continued to bate each other servants brought in their breakfast. The meal was simple but filling. The bread was thick and hearty, but also soft and moist. The cheese was thick and sharp which complimented the bread well. There was a small bowl of imported Oranges from Spain, and also a small amount of fried fish with herbs. Elena looked happily at the food. She did love to eat. Food just tasted so good. She knew her round figure was partly because of her eating habits, but she could not help herself. But, she did not mind it. Obviously neither did the Domn. She was so lost in thought she did not hear her brother speak to her until a few moments later. She looked up at him after awhile and asked. “Did you say something Sorin? Is everything okay?” “Yes, I was just wondering what had you so deep in thought.” Elena blushes but answers her brother. “You know very well what has me deep in thought Sorin, but I will still answer your question. I am thinking about the fact I am now engaged. I am going to finally be married and to the most amazing man. I am just so overfilled with joy!” Sorin looked at Elena and smiled. “Dear sister, I am so glad for your happiness. I hope you will still be happy once you are married.” “Why are you being so gloomy Sorin? Is there something you aren’t telling me?” “No sister, I just worry for you. You are my favorite little sister after all.” Elena rolled her eyes and smiled. “I am your only sister Sorin. But everything will be fine. I know you are just looking out for me.” Sorin smiled lovingly at his little sister. His thoughts drifted to a darker possibility. He hoped he was wrong. He prayed to God he was wrong. ~~~ Now while all this was going on in Castle Bralia, in a large gloomy castle near Bucharest lived the Domn of Wallachia. Domn Vlad was sitting in his study staring out the window. He was deep in thought wondering if he had made the right decision asking for Doamnă Elena of Bralia’s hand in marriage. Would she really stand by him and also suite his purposes? No one knew what the Domn really had in mind with choosing the Doamnă as his bride. This young woman was of noble birth, but there were rumors about her blood not being pure enough. The rumors were that her mother was a full-blooded gypsy. A gypsy would not due as the Prinţesă, not even a half gypsy. But the Domn must not know about her blood, did not believe the rumor… or the most confusing of all, it didn’t matter. What most people didn’t know was that it was the last of these three things that applied to their Domn’s view. He actually needed her gypsy blood. Vlad wanted to undergo a ritual to make him immortal. He needed her blood for this ritual in order to call on some of the ancient spirits. He needed an advantage against the Sultan. Just thinking about Sultan Mehemd made him cringe in disgust and anger. He knew he needed to call a meeting of The Order of the Dragon as soon as possible. He needed his brothers’ input as to what to do about Doamnă Elena and whether or not to turn her into the Prinţesă. Also, would she follow him in turning immortal? There were many questions and little time to figure out the answers. Vlad sighed in exasperation. He decided to call his trusted advisor Alexi to speak with him. “Alexi. I need you right away.” “Yes my Domn, right away.” Alexi hurried to his Domn’s room. “What do you require of me?” “I need to call a meeting of the brethren, right away.” “So soon sire?” “Are you questioning me?” “Never sire, I merely wondered if something of large significance had occurred. You had not mentioned anything new to me.” “I am sorry old friend, I am merely frustrated. Please forgive my rudeness.” “It is alright sire. I hold naught against you.” “Thank you my dear friend. Now please summon our brethren right away. We do not have a lot of time.” Alexi hurried away and Vlad returned to his previous musings. ~~~ In Constantinople, the capital of the Ottoman Empire lived Sultan Mehemd. Lounging on soft cushions, bright with color, and gauzy curtains made of silk, rich with color and brocades hang from the ceiling. The Sultan was visiting his Harem, filled with his three hundred concubines. Mehemd was unhappy. His wife Shadi, was being her bothersome self. He wished he could make someone else his wife. But he could not afford to have her family as enemies, so he put up with her. He sighed in contentment as a few of his concubines came over to pleasure him, while others fanned him and fed him grapes. Mehemd realized that maybe he shouldn’t complain, was this not what every man dreamed of? Maybe he was missing something. Something in his life wasn’t there. Only time would tell what that missing thing was in his life.
Chapter 2
Domn Vlad was in his meeting room waiting for his brethren to arrive. He dressed impeccably as always. His long black robes hung on his thin frame. They were embroidered with a red dragon clutching a scroll in its talons. The scroll was white with gold edging. These were the robes of the Head of the Order of the Dragon. The scroll represented leadership, while the dragon was the order’s symbol. Vlad added a small twist to his. There were drops of red embroidered blood coming from the scroll. Not many noticed it, but the few who did could not help but feel the sinister nature of it when they looked at it. There was a knock on the door. “Enter.” “My Domn the brethren have arrived.” “Show them in Alexi.” “Yes, right away my Domn.” Vlad continued to stare out the window. He wondered how today’s meeting would go. He was pulled out of his reverie by the sound of his name being called. “My Domn, here they are.” Alexi moved out of the entrance of the doorway and behind him filed in twelve men in long black robes with a red dragon embroidered on the front. Each dragon held something different. Each position within the Order had a special job. _____ was the strategist, and his dragon held an embroidered map. One Dragon held a sword and one held a piece of fruit. The list ran on and on, but none held the sinister look that their leader had. Vlad held up his hands. “Fellow brethren, I welcome you to this sacred Order.” They replied. “Thank you fellow brother, we accept your welcome this day.” “Let us begin then, shall we?” The Order of the Dragon’s meeting at begun,
Chapter 3
Back in Bralia, Elena was sitting out under a tree in one of the courtyards. She seemed to be sleeping, but she wasn’t. She was meditating. Before her mother had been murdered by the Turks, she had taught Elena many of the ancient practices of the gypsies. She thought about the society of gypsies and all her mother had taught her about it. Her mind drifted back to her twelfth birthday, the day her mother had told her everything. She could still hear her musical voice speaking to her. “Now, Elena my darling, listen closely, the society of gypsies to an outsider is run by the males and is a patriarchal society. But in the reality, it is a matriarchal society and the oldest of the women is the true leader. Gypsies are divided into clans. Each clan has general magical secrets that every other clan knows of, and then there is another group of secrets that is specialized for each clan. All the magical secrets are passed down from mother to daughter. If that is not possible, then the secrets are passed to the nearest female blood relation, if there is no female blood relation that is old enough or none that is alive, then a ritual is done to decide the most worthy. The young woman who is found worthy then becomes the matriarch to be. When the matriarch passes on into the Nether World she will become the matriarch and the clan takes on a new name and now the line goes through her and her decedents. Now, these times I have told you, of having a non-blood relation taking over and changing the clan, are few and far between. I tell you these things my daughter because you are old enough now to start learning the secrets my mother taught me.”
Elena smiled in remembrance and thought about her response. “But mama, you’re the Doamnă of Bralia. You can’t pass down the secrets unless…” Elena looked at her mother in shock. “That means that….” “Yes my daughter, I am the Matriarch for a Gypsy Tribe, The Kalderasha Tribe to be exact. I am also the Matriarch for the Kavachi Clan. Our clan specializes in alchemy. These secrets I am about to tell you, have been passed down in my family for hundreds of years. No one of non-blood relation has ever known them. You must guard these sacred secrets my darling, at all cost. Will you accept this responsibility?” Elena could sense the urgency in her mother’s voice. “Yes mama, I will.” The air began the swirl around Elena and her mother. It was thick and dark. She could hear voices whispering through the whirling wind. The wind grew faster and faster. Her mother suddenly lifted her hands and spoke, her voice soft and musical. “Iti jur pentru a proteja aceste secrete şi a le accepta in viata ta?” Elena didn’t know what to say. The moments ticked by. One, two, three, four…wait! She knew what she had to say. With strength she didn’t know she had she spoke her answer. “Jur pentru a proteja aceste secrete şi a le accepta în viaţa mea.” Her mother, her voice never loosing the soft and musical tone it had replied. ”Deci, mote să fie.” Elena felt the wind slowly shift and then begin to settle. She and her mother fell to the ground gasping for breath. “Well mama, I sure could use some water.” Her mother laughed the sound still musical and soft. “Of course, my dear.” Elena could feel the tears stinging her eyes. It was hard to remember her mother and not cry. It had only been a year and a half since her torture and murder by the hands of the Turks. She clenched her fists in anger. Those monsters had taken her mother away. The wind started to whirl. She took several deep breaths. She had to get herself under control. She thought of flowers and trees and the wind began to settle. Taking a few deep breathes she thought about the fact that her mother was able to teach her everything she needed to know. Elena felt maybe her mother knew her time would come before she was of age and thus taught her everything, which should not have happened until her 19th birthday, but her mother assured her it was not a problem and said sometimes circumstances had to change things. She drifted back again to when she was 15. “Now Elena, there is some important things you must know. You must know the story of how Gypsies became so unloved. This was many ages before I was even born. It is said that ages ago there were many of us and we came from an ancient land that was destroyed many years ago. We were then and still are a happy people and there were many people we could call friends. We have many feast days and one of those days a man came into our village, being the people we were and still are to some extent we invited him in to the village to celebrate with us. The more the merrier. It was our downfall to do this. This man was the foulest thing that has ever walked the earth. He was a Necromancer. He wanted us to serve him for all eternity. I still don’t understand why he thought we would leave our happy lives to spend eternity serving chaos. Be that as it may, he was furious and cursed us. He said we were forever wander the earth, never finding a place to settle, and forever being unloved and hated wherever we went. He left in a swirl of thick black smoke that felt of death, his evil laughing continuing to echo in the village. The very next day, our village was destroyed by the forces of chaos. We lost just about everything. Many of us died or were wounded in incurable ways. There were wounds that would not heal, wounds that forever seeped black blood. For these wounded people never died. They lived in a constant pain that never left them, and could not be alleviated. Those of our people that were still alive fled and tried to seek some form of refuge or shelter. But no matter where they went, the answer was always the same.” NO”! For reasons we didn’t understand. We all regrouped in the mountain passes. We did have some ancient rites for vows. We invoked them. We drew a circle and then, all of they that had survived took their knives and shed some of their blood upon the earth. They called on their ancestors and on the gods of their people vowing to protect mother earth and protect the balance that never should be disturbed. As the blood seeped into the ground there was a swirl of fog and we could hear voices swirling in the wind. “My dear children, you have pleased me. I can not revoke this curse, but I can alleviate it some. You will be cursed to wander forever, but you will have the ability to bring many to your side. You will also be able to better protect yourselves from evil forces.” A small chain came out of the fog. It was a gold eye with the iris being a dark, red ruby. It glimmered in the fog. “This is the eye. There is no other name for it. It will be your protection as well as your symbol in years to come. The undead are now your enemies. The Vampires, and the Necromancers. Your days will be spent living happy lives, but also spent protecting the world from these evils gaining a foothold of power. Things must change though. The oldest or wisest woman of your people must be put in charge. I will speak with no one else but her. I will be with you my children always. I love you all, but I will only from now on speak with the Matriarch. Whenever you need me, I will come.” The Fog died and the gypsies were stunned. There weren’t many men left so there was not any argument against the woman becoming in charge. After the tribe accepted it all, wagons popped up with horses to pull them. They all looked in surprise. The woman now the matriarch said they were for everyone to live in, a gift from the mysterious lady. Now as you can see. We are a much larger group. There were many splits as the groups divided into tribes and form tribes into clans. My tribe was designated to fight the necromancers. The story for that I will tell you know as well. Many years ago after my previous story, there lived a beautiful, but evil Necromancer named Charna. She of course hated the gypsies and did everything within her power to destroy us. It was not like any other necromancer; she was the great-granddaughter of the one who cursed us. She wanted revenge for her ancestor and made it her personal mission to destroy us. She used her evil powers to call forth from the depths of the underworld the four great undead. They were called Hunger, Bad Luck, Bad Health, and Unhappiness. They traveled far and wide leaving death and destruction in the wake. Once gypsy warriors named Aleandro Kalderasha…” “Wait, mama he must be the ancestor to our tribe.” “He is my daughter. He was the ancestor to our tribe and to one of the other clans. Now may I continue the story Elena?” Elena had the grace to look embarrassed, a small blush gracing her cheeks. “Of course mama, I apologize.” “It is alright my daughter, now where was I… oh yes.
Aleandro Kalderasha was a great warrior. He decided to face these evils. He rode to meet these evils. He met up with only Bad Luck. The reason being, the evils had split up hoping to increase the amount of suffering that was inflicted. He saw the eye sockets filled with pus and long pointy teeth, venom dripping from the points. The claws, filled with pieces of gypsy flesh. Dear Aleandro, seeing this horrible beast, thought better of his original idea and turned his horse around. Bad Luck chased him until Aleandro’s horse threw a shoe which flew behind him, straight as an arrow, into the evil’s head, killing him on the spot. Aleandro, with great joy, turned around, pick up the shoe and carried it home. He stuck the shoe up over the door to remind him of the event, and to give him strength. Now while all this was going on, the other evils have found about their “brother” being slain and decide to seek revenge. They decide to accost Aleandro while he is asleep. But when they arrive and begin to open the door they see the horseshoe. Now, Unhappiness speaks in a voice that we akin to gravel saying to his brothers “My brothers, there are three of us, and that horse has three more shoes.” Now being the cowards they are, they run away, never to return again. This is why we consider the horseshoe a symbol of luck for all gypsies and why our particular tribe have a horseshoe within our symbolic stamp. Now please my daughter, please remember the destruction that necromancy has and can cause on our good land. Remember to always be a foe of the undead. If you do not, the earth will punish you. For you, Elena al Kavachi Kalderasha, is one of its chosen people who are sworn to protect this land from the evils of the undead.”
Elena’s mother looked at her, her darks eyes glistening in the bright sun.
“My daughter, you are young, and I am asking much of you. I only ask because I know you can handle it. You are young, but you are strong. “
“If you feel I can do this, than I know I can!”
The wind picks up again. Except it swirls even faster and it’s glittering with many colors. Like the stars twinkling in the night sky. Her mother’s voice takes on the soft, musical lilt it contains earlier.
"Vrei să protejeze acest pământ de la strigoi?"
Elena stares at her mother in surprise. She thought to herself. Could she actually do it? She suddenly felt at peace, and knew that no matter what happens she would protect the earth from the undead.
“Am declara solemn pentru a proteja acest pământ de la strigoi!”
Elena’s mother grabs her hands as the wind picks up and they begin to lift off the ground. They both said together:
”Deci, mote să fie.” mote
They swirl around and around, faster and faster. Then suddenly, the wind begins to slow, the twinkling lights begin to dull. Elena and her mother are gently set back on the ground. Elena breathing heavily looks at her mother and asks.
“What was that?”
“That was the earth accepting your vow of protection.”
“Was that gypsy magic?”
“In some ways my dear it was. But it was mostly Mother Earth’s magic; which is some of the strongest magic out there.”
“What do you mean mother?”
“Well, there is magic everywhere. Some of it is good, some is evil. The magic the necromancers have is evil magic. But every blade of grass, every little flower has magic. The different seasons are also magic. This is good magic. It is the magic of Mother Earth. It is one of the purest forms of magic.”
Elena digested what her mother had said and then asked.
“Can you do magic? If so, what kind of magic is it?”
“Yes I can do magic. It would be considered gray magic.”
“Could you show me?” “Well, let me check the containment field I put up.”
Elena’s mother shifted around until she was sitting cross-legged with her hands clasped as if in prayer. The leaves rustled in the wind. The breeze was cool and warm all the once. Then sparkling lights began to appear. The began to grow brighter and brighter until it seemed as if the world was exploding with light and suddenly it was gone. In her mothers lap was a beautiful gold pendent. It was horseshoe with an eye in the middle of the horseshoe. Elena looked at it in wonder.
“What is it mother?”
“This is some of the power our clan has, the ability to turn anything into gold. Every matriarch makes the next matriarch one of these. They are slightly different for every tribe and even every clan. The fact it is gold is from the clan, the horseshoe represents our tribe and the eye represents all of the gypsies that we must watch out for necromancers and all other undead creatures.”
Elena’s mother hands her the necklace that somehow came with a chain.
“This is for you Elena, wear it always no matter what. It is also weaved with protection. It is not affected by weather, so if it changes temperature you must watch out. If it turns ice cold, it means someone of the undead is very near to you.”
“What if it gets hot mother?”
“Well, it is only legend. If it turns warm you are near someone you love and who loves you back. If it becomes red hot you are near your soul-mate. Soul-mates are rare. Not everyone has one.”
“Is papa your soul-mate?”
“No my daughter I do not have one. But we do love each other which is enough for me. I know what your thinking dear, you are wondering why we aren’t soul-mates if we are as close as we are, am I right?”
Elena nodded in affirmation. Her pretty curls bouncing in the wind.
“Well legend says that, the difference is, soul-mates will be drawn to each other starting in your 19th year of life, once you find each other your souls will bond and you will find it troubling to be apart for very long. Now, it took many years for your father and I to get along so well. We had an arranged married and were not pleased to marry each other at first. But we first became friends and respected each other and the respect grew to love. We can also be apart from each other, although we love being in each others company.”
“So, if I have a soul mate, will I love him right away?” “I’m not sure Elena. No one has had one for so long that personally I don’t know how much is fact and how much has been twisted through time.”
“Do you think I will have one mama?”
“I don’t know my daughter, but I do know you will find happiness with whomever you end up with.”
“Why do you say that mama, did you have a vision?”
Elena’s mother laughed softly, the sound was akin to tinkling glass
“No my daughter, I just know you. You are sweet and kind and the disposition you have been given is so pleasant to be around.”
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