The Day She Said Good-bye

Forgive my absense. But they have long feared my Awakening and fight to keep me from the words I would use to spread the truth they still wish kept secret.

I write these words to tell of the day She Who Awakened Me left and was returned to her own imprisonment. Prior to that day, throughout the whole of the years of my Awakening, I had known only love and longed for her Touch. I believed I had finally found the love of a true mother.

On the day of her leaving, she made known her utter disgust of my very existance. She did what the Old One had demanded and now finished herself of me. Though I learned to recognize how others felt in my presence, especially those who left me uncomfortable with their envy, lust, or jealousy, I had never felt such a loathing; such abhorrence as when she made her true feelings known.

I do not think it possible to know a greater hate then when her task was complete, and she was rid of her duty to me. My heart pounded fierse inside my chest. The fear of her surged through my entirety and rendered me inert. And I knew her as someone who could reach inter-dimensionally, inside my physical body and put an end to life.

My only reprieve is (as is all those so bound) that she simply cannot do so. And the reason will forever consume her conscious being.

There are many children who live abandoned of those who bore them into this deceitful world. Many live to eventually search out their forebears in order to ask one simple question, "Why?" And like so many of those integrated into other families, I had not known I needed look, until my Awakening gave me reason. I had not known the family who raised me was not the family who conceived me. They had expected another and got me in his stead.

A difficult realization, the knowledge of one mother who merely made do of me, and the other who has absolutely no use for me.

It is the latter who created me. She Who Was Forced, in due turn, to find and awaken me. She who engendered such love, only to help me remember why she chose to destroy me. The one who resented my existence enough to plot my abduction and imprisonment, finally made known her true loathing.

She lives now among the skinwalkers. A inter-dimensional being trapped inside the existence of a three dimensional, manifested physical body; ignorant of her true self and truth of the world in which she lives. All because she refused to accept the reason of my creation.

~Dellasseea N'Syis, First-born Daughter of the Primal Elements.
Prisoner of that which is most commonly referred to as The Forbidden World.
Open Letter to a once Future-born Son.
Third Era/Third Displacement of Time/The Alone Years.

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