FALLEN PETALS

CHAPTER 20: GUARDIANS OF TIME

The autumn breeze rustled through the leaves as Lanecea moved with purpose through the Marivaux estate. The twilight sky bathed the landscape in hues of gold and crimson, casting a warm glow over the ancient oak grove where she and her allies gathered to honor the old ways. Tonight, the grove would once again serve as a sanctuary for those who remained loyal to the traditions of their ancestors.

As the co-lady of Marivaux, Lanecea held a unique position of power and influence, but her true strength lay in her role as a time keeper—a guardian of ancient traditions and a beacon of continuity in an ever-changing world. This responsibility was deeply intertwined with her bond with her children.

The children, though young, were already learning the significance of their heritage. Lanecea took great care in nurturing their understanding and respect for the old gods, weaving lessons into their daily lives and ensuring that the knowledge was passed down with reverence.

As the family made their way to the grove, the children's excitement was palpable. Thorson and Taran, both eleven, walked ahead, their expressions a mix of curiosity and solemnity. Revna, the youngest at nine, clung to her mother's hand, her eyes wide with anticipation. Joshua, at fourteen, carried a lantern to light their path, his youthful face set with determination.

"Remember," Lanecea whispered to them as they reached the grove, "this place is sacred. We are here to honor our ancestors and the old gods. Show respect and listen to the lessons they have to teach us."

The children nodded solemnly, their gazes fixed on the circle of ancient oak trees that stood tall and proud, their branches intertwining to form a natural cathedral. Lanecea's heart swelled with pride as she watched them take their places within the circle, their young faces illuminated by the soft glow of the lantern.

Tonight's gathering was particularly important. Lanecea had arranged for a clandestine meeting with her closest allies—Storm, her steadfast partner; Gabriel, the heir to Marivaux; and Pierre and Thierry Boucher, trusted friends and mentors. Each member of this inner circle played a crucial role in preserving their hidden heritage.

As the group settled into a circle, Lanecea began to speak, her voice a soothing melody that carried through the grove. "We gather tonight to honor our ancestors and to strengthen our commitment to preserving the old ways. Each of us has a role to play in this sacred duty."

Pierre Boucher, his green eyes reflecting the lantern's light, stepped forward. "Lanecea, your guidance has been invaluable. Without your efforts, many of our traditions would have been lost to time and persecution."

Lanecea inclined her head in gratitude. "Our work is far from over. We must continue to uncover and preserve these ancient traditions, ensuring they endure for future generations."

She produced a small, ornate box, opening it to reveal a collection of ancient artifacts—amulets, runes, and scrolls inscribed with forgotten prayers. Each item held a piece of their heritage, a link to the past that they were determined to protect.

Gabriel, ever curious and eager to learn, leaned closer to examine the artifacts. "Mother, how did you come to possess these?"

Lanecea smiled softly. "These were passed down through generations, hidden and protected by those who remained loyal to the old ways. It is our duty to safeguard them and to pass on their knowledge."

Revna, her young eyes wide with wonder, reached out to touch a rune carved from bone. "Will we teach others about these, Mama?"

"Yes, my dear," Lanecea replied, placing a gentle hand on her daughter's shoulder. "But we must be careful. We live in dangerous times, and not everyone is as accepting as we are. Discretion is our greatest ally."

Storm nodded in agreement. "We must support those who share our beliefs, but we must also protect our identities. The Inquisition is relentless, and any misstep could bring disaster."

Thierry, always the voice of reason, added, "We have allies within the Church who are sympathetic to our cause. We must use these connections wisely to protect our community."

The night continued with whispered discussions and the sharing of knowledge. Lanecea's heart swelled with pride as she saw the determination in the eyes of her family and friends. They were united in their purpose, bound by a shared heritage that transcended time and persecution.

As the gathering drew to a close, Lanecea led the group in a final prayer, their voices a harmonious blend that echoed through the grove. "May the old gods watch over us and guide our steps. May we honor their legacy and preserve their wisdom for generations to come."

With the prayer complete, the group dispersed, each member slipping back into the shadows of the night. Lanecea remained behind for a moment, taking in the serene beauty of the grove. She felt a deep sense of fulfillment, knowing that her efforts were making a difference.

Returning to the manor, Lanecea's thoughts were filled with plans for the future. There were still many secrets to uncover, many traditions to revive. But she was not alone in her mission. With the support of her family and allies, she felt confident that they could preserve their heritage and protect their way of life.

As she stepped inside, Storm greeted her with a warm embrace. "You did well tonight, my love. We are stronger because of you."

Lanecea smiled, resting her head against his chest. "We are stronger because we stand together. Our legacy will endure, and the old gods will not be forgotten."

In the quiet of the night, Lanecea felt a renewed sense of purpose. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, but with courage and determination, they would continue to honor the old ways and safeguard their heritage for future generations.

Her children, now growing in their understanding and respect for the old gods, were her greatest source of strength. As a time keeper, Lanecea knew that the preservation of their traditions lay in the hands of the next generation. And with her guidance, they were well-prepared to uphold this sacred duty, ensuring that the legacy of the old ways would endure for centuries to come.