Thunder cracks in the distance as a storm rolls in. The air is cold for a summer night. A women carries a bundle of blankets as she walks in to the dark forest. She walks deep into the forest until she reaches a clearing where the moon light shines through unimpeded by the clouds. The woman reaches the center of the clearing as she carefully places the bundle down laying it out flat along the ground. Issued out on the spread is 6 black candels, a wooden bowl, a glass bottle with a black liquid inside, a dagger, and in the center of it all a child. The child does not ster in the cold air nor had it made a sound during the journey. As the moonlight touches the its skin the child takes a small breath but only for an instant. The woman sobs as she lights the candles around the child. “You…will… live …my son …they can not have you.” She forces out in between her sobs. She pours tha black liquid into the wooden bowl as she calms her self for what she feels she must do for her child. She takes the dagger and slices into her palm of her hand, and begins to spread her blood onto the pale body of her son. Then she drinks the black liquid and a chant springs forth with a voice that isn’t her own. The wind blows picking up speed as the chant repition and intensity increases until It’s roaring and howling around them. Two lightning bolts hit the ground at the far side of the clearing followed by there the ear splitting cracks of thunder and the wind and chanting stops. All is still. The woman looks up to see a large figure standing in the center of where the lightning bolts struck. She looks back to her child and he’s gone only a pile of ash where the body had previously layed. The silence shattered by the overwhelming cry of a grieving mother. She grabs the dagger and intends to impale herself when she is stoped. “Mom!” a child says taking the dagger from her as he emerges from thin air beside the black cloaked figure. “It’s not you time to join me, but I will always be with you. Live for me please. I wanna hear all about your life when you join me. I love you.” The mom looks at her son “I love you too” a hand is placed on the boy’s shoulder as lightning cracks and they vanish.

Life is fragile and yet powerful

It is a gift that can be taken away at any moment

Live each day with gratitude for the gift it is