Midnight Mercies

4th Day of Harvest Season, 342 Years After Mourning Today marks the second day Brother Trinn and I walked among the families of the sick. He pressed a crisp sheet of baked wheat mixed with bark into eager hands, while I followed behind and offered sips of weak ale from a ladle. The refugees knowContinue reading “Midnight Mercies”

A New Beginning

2nd Day of Harvest Season, 342 Years After Mourning When I heard the footsteps, I knew they didn’t belong to Hilla; her feet traveled a different path, one filled with the soft lift of the sun and hope. Two wardens took her place, shuffling down the damp, stone halls. Silently, they dragged me out of myContinue reading “A New Beginning”

Answered and Unanswered Questions

1st Day of Harvest Season, 342 Years After Mourning “Twin rowans guard the bend where the river turns east. Count off fourteen paces—nay, double that for your young legs—and you’ll find the overhang. If you don’t see it immediately, sweep away the vines. Sleep there. In the morning, follow the river east. Look for myContinue reading “Answered and Unanswered Questions”

Catalysts

48th Day of Ripening Season, 342 Years After Mourning Praise be upon the Seven Silver Crowns, she agreed! I was unsure. The girl’s fear is almost tangible. I can smell it each time she enters, too strong even for the damp rot to overpower. Whether she fears me, or the unknown, I cannot say, butContinue reading “Catalysts”

Our Secret

47th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning The quill no longer trembles when I hold it, though I still cannot walk. A thick, sticky crust keeps my right eyelid shut, while the left eye focuses lazily on the darkness, wondering when the pain will end. It is interesting how time increases in the dark,Continue reading “Our Secret”

One by One

 46th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning  I have made a new friend, I think. Whether she is one of Imorgan’s or not, only time will tell. The newly ordained Cardinal, for I have no doubt that while she may have skipped the public ceremonies, the official sanctification of her role was institutedContinue reading “One by One”

A Vow Remembered

45th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning I awoke to the sound of scuffles, words or thoughts I know not which, trudging past, too weary to veer from the path they began. Once the confusion faded, a faint stripe of filtered light pushed back the darkness. I whispered the prayer of thanksgiving. IContinue reading “A Vow Remembered”

Awaiting Judgment

43rd Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning Ten days have passed since I walked out the temple doors, down the steps, and past the throng of desperately sick victims in the street. Without a backward glance, with the lad Barly on my right and quiet Noreen on my left, we left the otherContinue reading “Awaiting Judgment”

Leavetaking

39th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning Overcome with a bittersweet spirit, I write these words knowing they might be my last for a time. The temple and the bells of forgiveness continue to chime and I fear I can no longer in good conscience delay the matter further. I had originally thoughtContinue reading “Leavetaking”

Penance and Offerings

36th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years after Mourning The larders are haunted. Spirits, they say, and wraiths! The children here do not need lessons on death; they are familiar with that journey. Nevertheless, I have reminded them of your promises, Sisters. We read the descriptions of paradise in the holy book. We recite theContinue reading “Penance and Offerings”