A white gown and harp song

Arm in arm with my father

One last time

A new name sealed with a kiss

A new life with my love

Forevermore...

“What IS this stuff?!” Exclaimed Mirka, holding out her hands throwing her head back to the sky. Maeve laughed in astonishment. “What do you mean, ‘what is it?’ It’s snow!” she giggled.

“Snow?! I’ve never heard of such a thing! It’s absolutely wonderful!” Mirka replied before falling right backward into the soft white bed beneath her. Even without heavy clothes, she was so fascinated that cold di...

“But how on earth could I possibly be of help? I’m just a girl!” protested Maeve.

“Well, that’s precisely it,” replied Jolly. “If we were on earth, there would be nothing you could do. But remember, we’re not on earth. On earth, magic is hidden. On earth, teenage girls put on makeup and play sports. On earth, horses don’t fly. But here in Elysian, trees flow, boys wield swords, and teenage girls ...

Last Christmas was a wonderful holiday. I spent it with my dearest family, despite the absurdities of the year. My beautiful daughter joined us outside of the womb only a few weeks prior, and it was delightful to be able to share it with her!

I am terribly exhausted tonight, however, and that is as much as I have the energy to write....

The beautiful night ended, and despite the journey ahead, Maeve still felt and almost overwhelming sense of peace washed over her. Perhaps that single night of normalcy was enough to calm her. Perhaps one best friend was all she needed to keep her grounded.

“You ready?” Jolly asked. “Not quite,” she replied. She took one last deep breath out towards the city and the sea, not knowing when - if eve...

That evening was one of the first in a long time that Maeve had felt so happy, so calm, so at peace - and it would be the last for some time. In the friendly woodsman’s home, drinking hot tea and chatting away with her best friend, she felt like a normal girl again. The sun set and it seemed as though all of her troubles were setting away with it. No more battles. No more war. No more sides. No mo...

No ridiculous jokes

And I’d have to start my own fires

At night, my feet would stay cold

I couldn’t sleep, though I’d be tired

Life would be different

If you weren’t here

I’d have no family

With you, my Dear...