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The...desperation!
    Ka-Ron & ?
    Raven stopped. Something frightened the horse, and it started to rear back on its hind legs. For one of the few times, Kai could not understand what the animal was saying.
    "To the Gods, Raven! What is it?"
    A cold wind attacked the Wicca Master. Within its roar, the witch could hear the mental scream of her own blood. Kai's eyes turned toward her house. Her heart beat faster.
    The home looked as ordered and as humble as it had when Kai left it long ago. Everything was as it should have been. The dust-tail broom was where she had placed it - next to her favorite motion chair. The drinking pond for the birdfish was still wet and inviting. The shingles on the roof, orange with mold, still needed to be repaired. All was comfortable. All gave signs of&home.
    Still, Kai could not find the courage to get off her horse and enter.
    The time had passed, and dusk was soon approaching. Kai dropped off her horse and headed for her home. Her heart was beating fast - she knew something was wrong.
    Upon entering the house, the witch held her breath.
    All appeared normal.
    "Kym?"
    She took off her coverings and entered the front meeting room. Her home had longed for her presence, and Kai felt that. She smiled. The house had missed her, and she was thankful for that, at least.
    "Kym? It is your mother, child." Kai paused, looking toward the child's sleeping room. "Are you&up?"
    There was a whiff of herb in the air. Kai picked up on that right away.
    "No," Kai whispered.
    Kai instinctively held her hands close to her hearts as she entered her child's room. Beyond the herb scent in the air, there was also the smell of a man. The Wicca Master controlled a proud smile - her daughter was growing up.
    On the bed, in the middle of the room, lay Kym. Her eyes open, cold, and void of life. She was desperately staring off into some unknown void, glancing out her sleeping room door. Kym's right arm was stretched outward, hoping to embrace some unknown desire Kai could not
    Kai dropped to her knees. Her legs no longer had the strength to hold her.
    "I have been away too long." Kai cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.
    There was a bright light that the witch saw out of the corner of her eye. Kai turned her attentions to the floor at her daughter's hand.
    A parchment.
    A note!
    To the Gods! I have erred in my judgment &
    My exit from this world is near. I can no longer hold on &
    I can no longer walk in a world where the one I love does not share the same desire. So, in the tradition of the Wicca Women, I have moved on, seeking the love of the gods, since men are untrustworthy.
    To my mother I &
    The message ended.
    In her desperation, Kai flipped the parchment over, hoping that there was more on the opposite side. There was nothing. Kym had passed before she could finish her thoughts.
    Next to Kym's left hip, Kai noticed the overturned bottle of ink. In her daughter's hand was a quill.
    From the road, leading up to Kai's home, the air started to fill with the enraged screams of a mother in mourning. Raven, and all animals that could, ran in fear from the site. Trees, healthy and strong, began to wither and die. A river nearby dried up, killing all the fish. Dark clouds began to build and brood.
    "Ka-Ron!" Kai screamed.

CHAPTER FIVE

    Before Kai left her home for the last time, she had a chance to read through her daughter's journals. This was not a breach of privacy, as it would have been perceived in other parts of the world. In fact, it was an ancient Idoshian tradition, held in the highest regard. Journals fall apart and turn to dust, but if those who had loved put the last thoughts of an Idoshian to memory, immortality was certain. The last thing Kai wanted for her daughter was oblivion.
    The pain was under control.
    It was the rage Kai had to battle.
    Kym had loved Ka-Ron deeply. Kai had become well aware of that. She had known Ka-Ron since he was a child. Kym and Ka-Ron had been inseparable as children. Where one