"You said you'd be with me!"
"I am with you!"
"How can you when you spread the same lies as them!"
"I am them!"
I'd always known Paul and I were from different words. I just never thought that it would be the biggest obstacle in our relationship. I...
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Femi
Twisting my finger, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as I stared into the vivid violet eyes of the woman on the wall, looking but not seeing.
When Jessica first told me that her teacher and the Reverend Mother of the Bene Gesserit wanted to meet with me, I didn't know what to think or how to feel. I didn't even know she knew about me. I imagined I was a tiny dot in the ocean of better things she could be doing.
But here I was, staring at the beautiful woman on the wall trying to figure out why she would want to speak with me.
"You are found unworthy if you face Mother Mohiam scared,"
My head snapped to the newcomer, unaware of when she'd join me side by side, so lost in my feelings. Her grey-blue eyes were gentle and her long golden hair shifted over her shoulder as she leaned in to regard me closely. "What are you afraid of?"
I shrunk back slightly to not be so close to her, "I'm not afraid."
"Why?"
"Because I must not fear," The words slipped past my lips before I could even think. "Fear is the mind-killer,"
She smiled taking hold of my hand and whispered, "Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration."
"I will face my fear, I will permit it to pass over me and through me." Feeling mollified by the litany, I continued with her encouraging smile, "And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path; where the fear has gone there will be nothing, only I will remain,"
Releasing my hand, she reached up and brushed my hair away from my face. "You can't just say it. You have to believe it. Believe you are greater than your fear."
"I believe that," I quipped quickly.
"You lie so prettily," she gave me another smile, "what is your name?"
"Femi." For some reason, I don't say my last name.
"Femi," she repeated as if testing it out. "Lady Margot," Her eyes examined me once more then turned to the painting. "Do you know who she is?"
I faced the art of the purple-eyed woman, shaking my head, "No."
"She was a powerful sister," her voice was gentle, sweet. "The best of us."
I nodded to show that I was listening but she didn't say anything more and what was admiring, turned into something... weird. The longer I stared, the stronger this familiar feeling settled over me and I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew her somehow and it felt like she knew me too, knew I was watching her watch me, reading me.
My surroundings seemed to disappear as I continued to hold her gaze.
Who are you?
My gaze was pulled to her necklace and the pendant that hung there, a star carved on it but that wasn't all. There was something about it that was unusual, not normal.
