I’m Not Sure It Ever Ends…
“Four years”, she said. “Things will not be settled between you two for at thee – no, four – years. Sorry.” She followed her words with a sad smile that tried to look hopeful. Well, it has been six years now and it is still unsettled. For me, anyway.
It has been a long time since the Magician came to me. And then, it was mostly in dreams.
The first time I saw him, I was twelve. I dreamed of him as an angel. Little did I know then that he was really a demon, a minion of Satan, who would eventually swallow me whole. Destroy me. Murder me….
It began innocently enough, like I said, with a dream. He claimed to be an angel sent to protect me.
— This is a work in progress. It will take some time.