by Kim Sharpe

Created on: August 07, 2009

Remembering The Feel Of The Wind......

The sun was setting. The golden magic light had appeared. She looked out from the porch. It would not be long now. Soon she would strip away all pretense of the life she had created. The 'pretend' life. And then she would run and remember. It had been years. Three long years of fighting who and what she was. She had tried to conform to what was considered 'normal'. She had gotten married. Had a baby. Absorbed herself in suburbia. But inside she REMEMBERED. Then one morning a knock at the door had vibrated through her home. She had opened it and saw her memories in the flesh. He stood there. Her past, her memories, in the flesh.

She had spent so long running. So long denying what she was. She was magic. She what so many humans feared. They had burnt her kind only two hundred years ago. Her ancestors had been persecuted but had survived despite everything. She never let herself forget that. She could not even share with her husband today what she was. He was afraid of the few glimpses he had gotten of her magic. He was afraid of what he did not understand. His family labeled her and her family 'evil' because of their outdated religious viewpoints. For some reason they believed she was what they termed a 'witch'. But they could not be further from the truth. They had no idea what she was descended from. They wouldn't believe it if they knew. It would be one more reason for them to hate. And they had enough of that in their hearts for anything that was different and they had spent the last three years hating her because they 'sensed' she was different. Not good enough for their son. But that was the least of her worries now. Now she must finally stop just remembering what she was. Now it was time to truly live what she was.

She leaned against her front door and looked at the tall dark haired man who stood before her. She remembered so many nights of frolicking with him and others. So many nights of running. He was her family. He was like her. He was her leader. And yet, he had let her go. He had let her experience the 'real' world. But now he was here for her. Here to bring her home. Here to let her know that she must start raising her baby to know its heritage. She knew what she would do this night. And so she nodded. She would join him in the pine forest with its new fallen snow. She would join him and she would feel the wind with him. She would release her beast.

So now she watched the sun set. She turned back into the

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