When you are overwhelmed by feelings of hatred, anger and a deep despair as the temperature plummets, darkness covers the world in a thick blanket, and an eerie silver mist swirls around your home: be on your guard and remember: there are tales of the wraiths; then there are legends. Powerful in mind and body, broad of shoulder, a muscular physique and standing at six feet tall with long black hair falling in waves to the waist with almond shaped eyes as black as a stormy night at sea, I am a legend. A formidable immortal warrior, unbeaten in battle, roaming your world in the hope of finding my beloved wife.
My search has ended.
Pure, and untainted by malice and envy, this tiny child is beautiful; beyond my expectations. Though I sensed the old witch’s presence, I deigned not to respond.
“Find me Rhiamon. Bring me back.”
My powers spiralled when Ela begged, “Rhiamon, please don’t leave us.”
As my image flickered then vanished, Rhiamon’s eyes snapped open. ‘How can you beg me to stay when my husband is calling me.”
“In your first life maybe, but not now. Enzai is dead: in life he was a selfish being with little regard for our people. You are twelve years old: neither child nor woman. If he takes you into the wraith world, our people will cease to exist. The witch won’t be able to bring you back again. Rhiamon, your destiny as the great queen is to lead us to safety. Please don’t deny us again.”