Tara walked into the empty garden, through the white-stone pillars that were at the end of the wall that surrounded the garden. She looked silently at the beautiful patterns of wave-tossed cobbles. She walked silently along the outer path. A vivid memory passed through her mind unexpectedly. She was much short, and her hair was only just passed her shoulders. She had only been a few months old, mentally and physically around 7. A little girl with bouncy blonde curls and huge bright blue eyes was talking about something. "This is where all the Syliran Knights who died are 'membered" she was saying "and daddy says that my grandaddy is here somewhere". She had looked at me and grinned. "You gots a good nose, maybe you can find the one that's his by sniffin' it or somethin'" she told me. I had laughed, and told her it was impossible. We had both gone home then. Tara was brought back to reality with a gasp. The memories she had managed to suppress for over a year were coming back. She couldn't handle it. She let out a sob, before quickly composing herself. This is what she came here to do. Before she could move forward she had to stop running away from her past. She walked forward a bit until she had completed a lap of the garden. Then she sat down by the entrance she had come in and sighed. This was harder than she had expected it to be. Léoné was the little blonde girl. Tara had been given to her for her eighth birthday. Léoné never had many friends, even though she was a sweet child. He parents never trusted anyone else. That's why they bought her a Kelvic, to give her companionship and maybe even protection. The two bonded quickly, soon become less like owner and pet and more like to young children playing together. The stone garden was a favourite place of Léoné's, and soon became Tara's too. However, after only 6 months of Tara living with the family Léoné became extremely ill. Everyone did everything they could but after a short while Léoné had passed away at the age of eight and a half. Tara fled soon after, and went into a deep depression before shutting out all the memories from her mind. She heard herself whimper a little and before she knew it she had started to cry silently, huddling up in a fetal position by the stone wall, surrounded by autumn leaves that had fallen from nearby trees. After a couple minutes she dried her eyes. She couldn't let anyone see her so weak. To calm herself, she began to focus all of her energy on her right palm. She held it out and quickly quickly a glowing green mist swirled out of the centre of her hand. She closed her fingers around it and willed it to become water. It did and she swirled the little sphere of water around her fingers, passing it from hand to hand. This calmed her spirit and allowed her to compose herself. She quickly got rid of the water by sending it to the small pond and stood, leaning against the wall and looking absent-mindedly into the rows of stones. |