| from the
Zone by Allan Maki
Turbine Entertainment Software
Summer had melted into autumn, leaving the days shorter. The
boy didn't care, he just wanted to chase the butterflies. Six years old and
full of life. Seven years had passed since the Olthoi queen was killed,
since Elysa had lost Thorsten, since Borelean had lost his unknown father.
They had come outside after dinner to sit, as they often
did, and watch the sun fall over the distant coast of Dereth. Borelean loved
the colors, especially the purples. There was no care, no worry, no strife,
no question, just he, his mother and his Uncle Ash.
Elysa watched her son framed by the orange haze of the
parting day, just out of reach; the first tear fell. Seven years was not
that long after all, and this time of year always came too quickly and too
quietly.
“You're thinking of him again,” Asheron paused, placing a
neatly folded kerchief on the table beside her. She left it there untouched
and choked the tears back, regaining her composure quickly. “You needn't
hide it, Elly.”
“I'm not hiding it. . .” she protested, her voice already
calm, controlled and devoid of the boiling grief within her. “It's hard to
look at him, and see Thorsten's eyes.”
A moment passed. Borelean giggled as a butterfly turned
the chase back upon him, landing on his shoulder. Gently, he placed his
finger beneath the insect and hoisted it to look at it in the light of the
sun. Asheron shook beside her as he watched Borelean.
“When I knew. . . that I was carrying him, I should have
told Thorsten. He should have known that he would have this child. . .
but--”
“He wouldn't have let you go into the hive. . .” Asheron
finished. She nodded.
“For all he said, and all he loved, and all that we had
been through, he never would have let me in there. . . and then. . .” she
trailed off. Asheron took up his glass and sipped the wine she'd made. She
watched his mouth pucker. He had never acquired a taste for bitter spirits.
She shook her head.
“I have done much in my life that I regret, Elly, but none
so much as the pain that I have caused you. I have taken your life, your
love, and left your son without a father. But my greatest regret is that
there will come a time when you need me most, and I will be powerless to aid
you. . .” He placed his arm upon her shoulder and turned her to face him.
“They are filled with love and nothing more.”
Borelean laughed and scampered toward them wearing a smile
as wide as his face. Elysa turned from Asheron and stood to meet her child.
She smiled, opening her arms wide, hugging him as she lifted.
“I love you, Mommy.” He pecked her cheek and looked into
her eyes. She smiled. |