The sky was low, so low that the world was in shadow. The first drops of rain spattered on the rocks, as large as the tears I cried when my daughter was lost to me. My clothing was soaked, body chilled by freezing rain.
I sighed. Only a few more steps to go and freedom would be mine.
Freezing fog wrapped itself around me like a blanket and everyday sights of the harbour were shrouded in a dense murky grey cloak. I held out my hand and watched as it vanished. Lightning flashed across inky black storm clouds revealing the narrow winding channel. At this time of year tidal surges render the channel impassable four times each day.
Tears trickled down my cheeks; a weakness was growing, my powers waning. Sensing his approach, I dejectedly whispered, “Freedom is an illusion.”
The window was closing.
Unexpectedly, my mentor linked, “Call to him, Safira; he will respond.”
Though I was tempted to heed his advice, experience taught me that rarely do we achieve our heart’s desire.
“Alec, where are you,” I whispered.
Though my husband failed to respond, Dañiel did not. “I thought you had deserted me.” An icy pale blue mist swirled around me as he unleashed his powers. The landing was inelegant.
“It’s time to leave. Safira, are you ready to admit defeat and move on to pastures new?”
A nod was all it took. Phantom’s sails caught the breeze and silently, she glided through the channel into open waters.
As my father’s message flowed into my consciousness, I sensed his fury.
Triumphantly I declared, “You can’t stop me this time; freedom is mine.”