Charakter

That’s when I heard the song again. My chest tightened, but I was feeling happy at the same time. Everything felt so familiar. This part of the woods, this song, that voice, everything. Even though I can’t remember being here before. I walked through the woods until I saw a campfire. The voice was now as clear as day. A Miq’ote was sitting close to the fire. He held a blanket in his arms and appeared to be singing to it.

“In this land of pain, anger and strife,
The Twelve have granted our wish with this beautiful little life.”

“In this never ending night,
you are our hope, our ray of light.”

“Ow my little girl, so small and frail
sleeping soundly in my arms and wagging her cute little tail.”

“Hey little girl, I hope can hear
what daddy has to say with that pretty little ear.”

“I hope you grow up mighty and strong,
but with your mother beauty and her gift of song.”

That song… It makes me feel warm and comfortable. It’s like I’ve heard it before. The lyrics may be different, but the way he sings it… It’s just like my song. I didn’t realize it, but as I was listing to the song I slowly moved a few steps forward and stepped on a twig, lying in the grass. The twig snapped, and the Miq’ote stopped singing immediately. He hastily stood up and looked straight at me.

“Ow, it’s you… Don’t scare me like that.” he smiled as he walked towards me, still carrying the blanket. He put his arm around me and softly kissed my lips. Strangely enough, I didn’t back away. It was like I wanted to kiss him myself. But, who is this man? I’ve never seen him before, but I have such strong feelings towards him. “You were away a long time. How did it go? Did you find any trace of them?”, he asked me.

Confused as I was, I didn’t know how to respond to him. I automatically looked down in the blanket and in it, there was a little baby. “Hmmm?”, the man wondered as he tilted his head sideways and lowered his body a little in order to look me in the eyes. “You are worried about her? Don’t worry, C’rysta is in good hands. She has been sound asleep ever since it got dark.”, he smiled as he raised my head.

What did he just say? Did I hear him correctly Did he just call that child “C’rysta”? If that child is C’rysta, could this man be? If that’s true, then… Am i? Apparently the man must have seen my confused face. He looked at me and asked “C’ashya, are you alright? What’s wrong?” C’ashya? I… I’m C’ashya? Then… Is this an “Echo” from C’ashya’s past? So, all she said back there was true? Am I really the little girl this man is holding in his arm?

- To be continued.