Lestat's Winter's Breath
Chapter 11
As you entered, you were hit by the splendor of it all. The walls were varying shades of blue to simulate the waves at the surface and sheer sheets of fabric hung from the ceiling like curtains and the room was elegantly decorated with statues and shells. Two large thrones and three smaller ones dominated the room.
On the large throne on the left sat a man with pale skin, and big chocolate eyes. His dark hair was tinged with stands of grey, giving him a salt and pepper look. 'This must be dad,' you thought. Your eyes found the throne on the right and on that throne sat a beautiful woman, with skin as pale as her father's, hair and red as fire, and eyes as green as your own. It was undeniable. She was your mother. You were her mirror image and she yours. On the next throne sat a beautiful young girl with black hair and olive skin. Naturally you assumed her to be one of the sisters Sheelin spoke of. Next to her, sat a girl with brown hair and skin with the look of a light tan. Another sister. On the final thrown sat a beautiful young lady with silver hair, brilliant blue eyes and pale skin that seemed to glow with an unnatural light. All you could do was stare at these people who were so physically beautiful.
"Hello, my dearest child. We have waited for you these many years," a voice said.
You turn towards the sound of the voice. It was the male, your father. You marveled at the strength in that voice. You swore to never forget the sound of it for the rest of your unnaturally long life. Then your mother spoke. It sounded like chimes on the wind, crystal clear and musical.
"Dear, I must speak with her. Alone. I'm sure this is a lot for her to take in," she said, each dulcet tone ringing through the hall like music.
Your father nodded and it was obvious the love he felt for her as she slipped from the throne and headed in your direction. You thought to yourself that you could only pray that the love between you and Lestat could be that strong and enduring.
"Come, little angel. We have much to discuss," she said, She took your hand and led you away from the throne room. She led you through the place of Tir Na Nog into the gardens.
Your eyes widened at the sight. You didn't know such a sigh could exist with all the water pressure outside. As you walked along a little path through the greenest grass you've ever seen, your mother began to ask you questions about your life, things she hadn't born witness to. You told her what she felt she needed to know about you and finally you made it to a large pond. Your mother turned and looked at you.
"Muirin, darling, do you know why you always ran to the pond near your home? Why you always felt so safe there?" she asked.
"I always had wondered, to tell you the truth. I never knew why. You knows don't you?" you replied.
"Yes, I knows why. It's because I have used it to keep an eye on you. Whenever things got rough, I was there at the pond, waiting for you, wishing I could hold you in my arms and comfort you. But, unfortunately, it was too dangerous for either of us to cross the threshold between the worlds so I sent my presence there, to that pond, and do what I could to comfort you. I realize your life with those people was incredibly hard and I am deeply sorry for that, I should have tried harder to find a better family for you, one that would have loved you, not hurt you. It was hard to watch you suffer at their hands day in and day out, knowing there was nothing we could do to change things, but then, you found Lestat. Things got better for you. The pain in your eyes began to disappear only to be replaced with love and happiness. Your father and I have watched you as much as we could your whole life. We did want to be there for my, my love, but, give the circumstances that was impossible," she explained.
"I understand, Ma. It's okay. I know now you didn't have a choice but to give me up to protect me. I forgive you," you said.
"I'm happy to hear that. Now, enough of an old woman's regrets. You now know that you have three sisters. Neither of them look like us, yet you are a mirror image of me. Do you know why that is Muirin?" she asked.
"Haven't got a flippin' clue," you replied.
"It's because you were born in the mortal world from my flesh and blood. They were born here in Tir Na Nog and the magic here has made them into Sirens," she stated.
"Sweet Jesus Murphy. Like, those things in Mythology that lured sailors to their deaths?" you asked, looking uneasy.
"Yes, Muirin, exactly. You needn't worry. They won't harm you," your mother said.
'They won't harm me but what about Lestat?' you thought.
On the large throne on the left sat a man with pale skin, and big chocolate eyes. His dark hair was tinged with stands of grey, giving him a salt and pepper look. 'This must be dad,' you thought. Your eyes found the throne on the right and on that throne sat a beautiful woman, with skin as pale as her father's, hair and red as fire, and eyes as green as your own. It was undeniable. She was your mother. You were her mirror image and she yours. On the next throne sat a beautiful young girl with black hair and olive skin. Naturally you assumed her to be one of the sisters Sheelin spoke of. Next to her, sat a girl with brown hair and skin with the look of a light tan. Another sister. On the final thrown sat a beautiful young lady with silver hair, brilliant blue eyes and pale skin that seemed to glow with an unnatural light. All you could do was stare at these people who were so physically beautiful.
"Hello, my dearest child. We have waited for you these many years," a voice said.
You turn towards the sound of the voice. It was the male, your father. You marveled at the strength in that voice. You swore to never forget the sound of it for the rest of your unnaturally long life. Then your mother spoke. It sounded like chimes on the wind, crystal clear and musical.
"Dear, I must speak with her. Alone. I'm sure this is a lot for her to take in," she said, each dulcet tone ringing through the hall like music.
Your father nodded and it was obvious the love he felt for her as she slipped from the throne and headed in your direction. You thought to yourself that you could only pray that the love between you and Lestat could be that strong and enduring.
"Come, little angel. We have much to discuss," she said, She took your hand and led you away from the throne room. She led you through the place of Tir Na Nog into the gardens.
Your eyes widened at the sight. You didn't know such a sigh could exist with all the water pressure outside. As you walked along a little path through the greenest grass you've ever seen, your mother began to ask you questions about your life, things she hadn't born witness to. You told her what she felt she needed to know about you and finally you made it to a large pond. Your mother turned and looked at you.
"Muirin, darling, do you know why you always ran to the pond near your home? Why you always felt so safe there?" she asked.
"I always had wondered, to tell you the truth. I never knew why. You knows don't you?" you replied.
"Yes, I knows why. It's because I have used it to keep an eye on you. Whenever things got rough, I was there at the pond, waiting for you, wishing I could hold you in my arms and comfort you. But, unfortunately, it was too dangerous for either of us to cross the threshold between the worlds so I sent my presence there, to that pond, and do what I could to comfort you. I realize your life with those people was incredibly hard and I am deeply sorry for that, I should have tried harder to find a better family for you, one that would have loved you, not hurt you. It was hard to watch you suffer at their hands day in and day out, knowing there was nothing we could do to change things, but then, you found Lestat. Things got better for you. The pain in your eyes began to disappear only to be replaced with love and happiness. Your father and I have watched you as much as we could your whole life. We did want to be there for my, my love, but, give the circumstances that was impossible," she explained.
"I understand, Ma. It's okay. I know now you didn't have a choice but to give me up to protect me. I forgive you," you said.
"I'm happy to hear that. Now, enough of an old woman's regrets. You now know that you have three sisters. Neither of them look like us, yet you are a mirror image of me. Do you know why that is Muirin?" she asked.
"Haven't got a flippin' clue," you replied.
"It's because you were born in the mortal world from my flesh and blood. They were born here in Tir Na Nog and the magic here has made them into Sirens," she stated.
"Sweet Jesus Murphy. Like, those things in Mythology that lured sailors to their deaths?" you asked, looking uneasy.
"Yes, Muirin, exactly. You needn't worry. They won't harm you," your mother said.
'They won't harm me but what about Lestat?' you thought.