Oblixir

The dark clouds hovered through the skies of Nevaeh, the darkness consuming the rooms of the palace. The rain pounded the windows with shrill cries as thunder struck the air. The silence was choking me, the hole in my chest aching at the slightest breath. Solemn darkness, like the room, was unyielding in my heart. Through weary eyes I see my mother. My beautiful mother dying. Flashbacks of memories of us played in my mind like a broken record. I saw a vision of the wheat field behind the palace where we would play hide and seek and take trail rides on Hesperides through the golden patches. I saw her warm smile as she looked at me with love,