First sign that something is laking in your life: you are blogging on Christmas.
Anyhow, I have come to terms with my dilemma from my last blog. I had two choices; either dwell upon something that I would not possibly be able to solve, or have faith. I already dwell on too many things out of my control, having a 15 year old ghost is far beyond my abilities to comprehend. All I can really do is have faith that I will know when the time has changed.
I will have faith that, IF I was mistaken about my true love, I will be able tell when it happens for real. That, no matter how hard I may try to hide from it, the universe will set things in motion to make me realise. I will be powerless to resist her and it will just happen.
I will not hope for this. For in hoping, I deny what was.
I don't know what forces are at work out there, but I have faith that it/they knows the forces that work in here.
Gwendolyn Sang walks down the musty corridors from her youth. It was here that she would have been served upon like royalty. As would her family. She was young and innocent and knew nothing else. But, thinking back, she now realised why her mother never smiled much.
It has been three years since she fled this place. I has been three years since she left her friends, family, and everything she knew. Today she returns for answers.
Hearing footsteps from farther in incites a reaction from Gwen. She quietly leaps into a crevasse located in the corridor wall. It was natural for her to remember this spot. She hid often in her youth and new all the best spots. Although this space is smaller than she remembers, she is able contort herself into in. The footsteps pass her by without so much as a pause, stutter, or scuff.
I see then are still using the golems. She thinks to herself. I'm going to have to remain quiet and cautious.
The footsteps fade away and Gwen leaps from hiding. She dashes along the corridor until she reaches the underground hall.
