For Indeed You Have A Choice. You

She Had Sacrificed Her Childhood To Save Her Brothers; She Loved Her Family Above All Else, And Her Spirits Yearned To Return Home Once More, To The Wild Forest And The Land Of Mystic Tales And Ancient Spirits Whence He Had Taken Her. That Was The Place Of Her Heart, And If He Loved Her, He Must Let Her Go.

Trust Is A Thing You Know Without Words.

Perhaps He Could Still Weave Together The Broken Threads Of His Life. And Yet, I Wanted Him Here Now. I Needed Him Here. In The Darkness, If I Sat Very Still, I Could Almost Feel His Presence By Me, Quite Near, But Not Too Near. Didn't I Promise To Keep You Safe, He Would Say Softly. I Have Never Broken A Promise. Don't Look So Worried, Jenny. And Yet, He Would Be Careful. Careful Not To Move Too Close. Careful Not To Frighten Me. Waiting Still. I Am Your Shelter. Don't Be Afraid.

I Have Listened To Many Tales In My Life, And Told A Few Of My Own. If This Has Taught Me Anything, It Is That There Are Some Occurrences That Change The Course Of Things, That Make An Alteration Far Beyond Their Own Apparent Magnitude. It Is Like The Throwing Of A Tiny Pebble Into A Pool, How It Makes An Ever-expanding Circle Of Ripples, Spreading Right Across The Water's Surface.

How Could You Not Know?" His Voice Was Full Of Wonderment. "you Changed Me Utterly. You Were Like A...like A Bright, Wonderful Bloom In A Garden Full Of Weeds. Like A Graceful Capital On A Page Of Plain Script, A Letter Decorated With The Deepest, Finest Colors In All Erin. Like A Flame, Caitrin. Like A Song.