Fantasy

Now the third finger upon the third hand of life had stroked Weo with its transforming power so that, by the thumb year of that third hand, her fifteenth year; she was a most beautiful young maiden.

And, after five years had passed, when Weo had grown into a pretty five-year old girl

There are always lights in the night sky; always hopes in the world and Weo was one; Weo the warrix queen of old Kenglund; Weo; the strong arm of love; Weo, the valiant servant of Our Lady’s will.

My life seemed to lose focus at that point. I took to getting up late and staying up all night; I went through weird phases for a while, trying to fill the sudden emptiness.