The Lost One Book 1: When Destiny Calls

A thousand years ago she was cursed and disappeared from memory and time. She returns to the Kingdom with darkness in her heart. Feared by the Light, sought by the Darkness. A forgotten past from long ago comes back to haunt her. Can she change her fate or is she doomed to the Darkness forever? Magic always comes with a price. Will she be willing to pay it?

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7. If We Ever Meet Again

A couple days have passed since my run in with Lord Rolfe and I was going stir crazy. Yen Sid was going to be gone for a couple days, leaving me alone up in the tower. I was getting incredibly bored so I put the dress on and decided to go work in the gardens for a while. I knew Elliot would keep me company while I worked.

 

Ani was off with the princesses for the day so I had plenty of peace to work. Elliot was happy to see me and hummed and grumbled as he wandered around the garden. I decided to pick fresh flowers for my room and got to work on some tulips. I used magic to braid my hair and it hung over one shoulder as I worked. Once the tulips were gathered I set about collecting daisies. It was quiet until Elliot roared at something and I turned around to see him picking up Lord Rolfe and Elliot did not look happy.

 

John’s POV

 

My paperwork was done for the day and I decided to go for a walk to clear my head. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get Moira out of my head. Her absence left a deep longing within me and it just wouldn’t go away. I looked for her everywhere and yet she was nowhere to be found. Had I simply imagined her? No, I didn’t imagine. She had felt and smelled too real to be imaginary. She just had to be here somewhere. I wouldn’t stop looking until I found her again.

 

And fate seemed to be smiling as I walked into the gardens and there she was picking daisies, her shoulders bared to the sun’s rays, her hair hanging over one shoulder in a braid. Her back was to me so she was unaware I had shown up. I stepped forward to speak to her only to step on something I couldn’t see and there was a roar before I was picked up by Elliot who had been invisible before I had stepped on his tail. And he did not look at all happy with what I had done. He shifted his hold like he was going to throw me.

 

“Now, now Elliot it was an accident. No need to be so hasty.” I tried to ward him off but he didn’t appear appeased.

 

Thankfully, I was spared being thrown when Moira appeared and placed a hand on his leg. He grumbled at her, but put me down and lumbered off towards the North gardens.

 

Moira looked at me to be sure I was alright before she started to turn away and go back to what she was doing.

 

I reached out to stop her. “Wait!”

 

She paused and looked back at me.

 

I blushed, realizing that my outburst would need an explanation. “I-I uh, I’m not usually so bold but can I-I mean may I? Oh bother!”

 

She stared at me for a few moments before she smiled and gestured with her head for me to follow her. I did as I was bid and she picked up her basket before leading me over to a comfortable bench in the shade of a willow tree. She sat down and patted the bench next to her for me to join her.

 

I did so at once and the sound of the wind blowing through the branches and birds singing filled the air as off in the distance a fountain played it’s watery tune. Instead of the silence being awkward it was actually quite comfortable.

 

She began weaving the daisies she had picked into a chain with a smooth, steady and well practiced rhythm. I watched her hands with fascination while she worked. She seemed quite at ease, a gentle smile on her face.

 

The silence was broken by the sound of a small child babbling.

 

We both looked up and a small child was toddling towards at an unsteady pace. It took me a few moments to remember where I had seen the girl before. She was often seen with the girl in the black hood. But I had to wonder if possibly Moira was the little girl’s mother. While Moira looked young it was still possible as the child was still young, maybe 2 years of age.

 

The little girl toddled towards us, her sights set on Moira before she ran into her legs, her upper half in Moira’s lap, little hands clutching at her skirts as she laughed happily. She pulled away and held her arms up, babbling in her own made up language, but I caught the word up in the mix.

 

Moira smiled and complied with the child’s demands and lifted her up into her lap and held her close. The child babbled something tugging on Moira’s braid. Moira smiled and nodded as if she knew exactly what was being said. She placed the crown of daisies on the child’s head. The girl giggled when the flowers slipped slightly down over her head. The utter care and devotion Moira showed to the child made me believe even more that they were mother and daughter

 

She kissed Moira goodbye and clambered down and started toddling off again. She looked back at us and waved. “Bye bye!” And then she was out of sight.

 

She was really quite good with children and the bond they shared was really quite strong.

 

Something I noticed was that she never spoke a word. “You’re rather quiet.”

 

She paused in what she was doing and looked at me.

 

I knew I shouldn’t push, but I was just too curious. “Is there a reason for that?”

 

She stared at me silently before she brought her hand to her throat and before my very eyes a scar appeared. It was apparent that someone had taken a knife to her throat as the scar, while had faded and shrunk with time, still stood out rather red against the pale skin of her throat, the scar jagged, the flesh pulled slightly.

 

I couldn’t help but recoil in shock and pity.

 

Her expression grew angry and the scar vanished before she stood up and started to leave.

 

Mentally kicking myself for my reaction, I jumped up and quickly followed her. I grabbed her arm and turned her around. She still looked angry as I cupped her face in my hands. “Moira I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to react in such a way. If you thought I was recoiling in disgust, you’re wrong. I was shocked that someone would do that to you and pity that you had to go through it. I’m incredibly sorry that someone as sweet as you had to go through such a thing. And I’m sorry I was so insensitive in asking. Forgive me?”

 

She stared at me, her eyes searching mine to see if I spoke the truth. Her eyes stared deep into mine like she was seeing straight into my very soul. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. It was.... Soothing.

 

She smiled and nodded, leaning into my touch.

 

I smiled and touched my forehead to hers. I wasn’t sure where we would go from here but somehow I knew she would be very important to me. And that I was meant to have met her. Now that I found her I was going to do everything I could to get to know her. And hope that I would be good enough for her because the thought of losing her shook me to my very core.

 

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