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undecided endings part 19 It was several hours later when the crowd cleared away and only the few late-night dancers remained. Allan had long since left to get some rest, and Adela returned to the inn to pack her belongings. The bright light of the now-waning moon lit the square with an eerie brilliance. I once again resumed my seat at the edge of the square and watched from the shadows as the small handful of people danced the night away.
On the other side of the square, the linen covered tables brightly reflected the silvery moonlight, save the two dark spots where Rowan and Katherine sat talking in hushed tones. I could not hear what they were saying, but I did not need to hear to know he was flattering her outrageously and she was giggling like a giddy milkmaid in the spring.
I sat in the shelter of the shadows and watched the goings on, allowing my mind to roam over the past
undecided endings part 18 I set off for the square, but took a less direct route than usual; figuring if I was to find Allan anywhere it was not likely to be in the midst of the crowd. The alleys twisted and turned and I eventually made my way to the side road where I usually found him. Sure enough, he was there, leaning against the wall, watching the bustle in the square. As I approached him from behind, he turned and greeted me with a smile.
"There you are," he said, "Had a busy day?"
"You have no idea," I said, laughing, "How has the festival been today? Anything exciting happen?"
"It has been the same as yesterday and the day before," he replied, bored, "a few new merchants set up booths, but beyond that, it is still loud and crowded."
"Don't you like the excitement of the festival?" I asked, a bit surprised at his o
undecided endings part 17 "In my studies, I came across the account that happened many generations after Nimthar's children died. The records said that three sons and a daughter were born to a descendant of Taliesin. According to tradition, the amulet would be passed on to the eldest son; however, the youngest son, knowing of the amulet's power and wanting to claim it for himself, killed his brother, and, realizing what he had done, hurriedly left his father's house and was never heard of again. In his haste, he dropped the amulet, and it was passed on to the middle child, who had no children of his own and gave the trinket to his sister upon his deathbed. She passed the heirloom along to her children and so on until they also died out and the artifact was lost.
"So I came here many decades ago, searching for any trace of Taliesin's heir through the youngest son, the only child who does not have a
metaphorPure white lace
Cold as death
Comes at night
Leaves in light
Dance on ice
Quite a sight
undecided endings part 16 The walk back to the inn was silent as the grave, indeed I wondered for a moment if that was where we were headed. Adela did not speak a word as we walked, and her expression was completely unreadable as far as I could tell. Rowan and I held a silent conversation with pointed expressions, but nothing came of it. He was not happy with me for telling Adela where he was, but all I could do was shrug and show him I had no choice. And so we trudged on, our uncertainty overshadowing our accomplishment.
When we reached the inn, Rowan tore his arm from Adela's grasp and turned to face her.
"What is going on?" he cried, "I demand to know!"
"Lower your voice," Adela said sharply. She looked around, looked back toward our furious friend and whispered, "Not here. We must go inside."
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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