"Okay." You say, staring off for a moment. "Okay."
You let this information sink in. It feels right, but it's as though you're hearing about someone else's life, not your own. Still, you feel as if you have no choice but to accept what she says as the truth.
"My mother..." You begin, turning to meet Roisin's eyes with your own. You realize you're still holding her hand. "What were her dreams like? What happened to her?"
“Ena used to dream of a land with wee brooks running straight across it from side to side, and the ground between divided into squares by a number of green hedges that reached from brook to brook. In her dreams there was a golden sultan from a land called Samarkand. He was coming after her. We all just took them to be nightmares, but....” Roisin pauses as Micaja returns.
“I was there when she passed.” Micaja cuts in. “The day she died, she spoke in her sleep. She said, 'He's found me.' Some of the kawmpa dismissed it—probably because a Half Breed was the one to tell them—but then you started having dreams about a distant land, and this time someone was coming for all of us. I for one ain't willing to risk it.”
“Neither am I.” Roisin squeezes your hand gently. “The stories of our ancestors speak of a land beneath the two worlds, where death-fire lights the way of dreamers. There was a time when the Fomori lived in both realms, feasting on the flesh of Dôls. I think Ena lived in both realms. I think you live in both realms.”
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"I think you may be right." I say, speaking quietly. "I can't be certain, but I think you may be right." My mind wanders back to the lake, the temple, and the strange lizard Goddess--who, while somewhat intimidating, seemed to take a liking to me.
ReplyDelete"I don't know who might be coming for us, though. Have I told you anything about who they might be? What have I said?"