F-ather

“Darling love…”

Quantum stirs from her slumber wrapped in white silk fur.  She adjusts her eyes to find the blue Fairy standing above her, silhouetted in the glow of new morning’s sun shafting through the openings of her tent walls.

“Your time shall come,” the Fairy continues in whispered spell.  “Outside of birth and death I invoke all that is to be, sweet Quantum; and the Gods of yore and those that will come anew will hear and heed thy battle cry.”

Fairy reaches down and caresses Quantum’s raven hair as the young princess closes her eyes and lays her head back to sleep.  A feather from her right wing falls to the floor next to Quantum’s head as the Fairy spreads her wings to take flight…

Read…,” she whispers one last word.

 

 

 

 

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