My Dark Lord

Whisper in the Dark

      I was running through a field bright with the sun and warm, the smell of wild flowers blooming around me, with a little girl chasing behind me and laughing with strawberry blonde curls and blue eyes just like mine.

      "Amelia, come catch me!" I called to the little girl, this girl was my sister and she was 4.

      Amelia tackled me to the ground with my allowance and we laughed and giggled as we rolled in the field of flowers.

      "Can I be big like you some day sis?" Amelia asked innocently as she crawled on top of me and laid on my stomach, her head nestled lightly against my breast; at these times she seemed more like a daughter than a sister, "Why are you going away Frey?" my sister suddenly asked and frowned at me.

      "I'm not going away yet...not for a couple more years...and why...it's because big sisters have to to get married." I said, my heart clenching.

      "Do big sisters have to become mommies Like Franny too?" she asked even more innocently.

      "Yes...some day." I whispered as fear knotted in my gut, "But even when I'm gone if you need me I'll be here ok." I whispered as my fingers slid through Amelia's strawberry curls; my heart ached that I only had 2 short years left with Amelia.

      Suddenly the scene shifted and storm clouds started to gather above, "Come on, we better hurry." Amelia whispered, she was scared of storms.

      As I stood a voice reached my ears, "Freya." it called, I knew this voice and it's sound made my heart ache, "Come to me Freya." a thin, pale hand elicited to me from out of the surrounding woods, "Freya, come." the voice called and obeying I began to pull away from Amelia's grasping hand.

      "Don't go Frey! Please don't go to him! Amelia's tiny voice screamed in fear as I stepped further away, a set of crimson, glowing eyes peered out at me above the beckoning hand, "Frey!" Amelia screamed panicked, turning I saw Amelia suddenly burst into flames and scream in pain; but I had to answer this voice...no...it was as if I could not stop myself from answering it's call.

      "Yes, Come to me Freya my beloved." the voice called, "Lady Freya! Wake up Mi'lady!" another voice called as I was shaken lightly.

      Sitting up I screamed, "No! Amelia!"

      A stunned Francois stumbled back, "Miss Amelia is here." Francois said grimly.

      "What?! Why?!" I gasped as the cold sweat that had already been there trickled further down my back, "Fetch my robe, she cannot see me like this Francois." I muttered pulling the sheets tight around my slightly bulging stomach and emaciated looking figure; there was no hiding my face I knew.

      "Yes Mi'Lady." he whispered then grabbed my robe and holding his hand out to me he helped me from the bed gently.

      Even more gently he helped me with my robe then fetched my slippers, "Be careful going down the steps Mi'lady, you have been so weak of late."

      "Take me to her Francois...if...if she is here alone...it cannot be good." I stumbled out every word tasting like acid on my tongue.

      Francois held my hand as we walked down the hall but I forced him to release it when we reached the steps so Amelia would not see me having to be assisted. I was only a little over a month into my pregnancy but it was taking it's toll already and heavily. I couldn't eat much, I hardly slept and I was sick constantly and violently.

   Hurrying down the steps as quickly as my weak limbs would allow me to safely do I hit the flat surface and went running to her. By the time I reached her a heavy sweat had broken out on my forehead, my breathing was heavy and to try to hide it I threw my arms around Amelia's tiny shoulders.