The echoes of her silent cries resound in his mind, a feeling of powerlessness cuts through his heart when he remembers that dark night, the night when he lost her, lost her to a world beyond.

The memories tear at his heart, why, why did it have to be her, she who had dedicated her life to giving knowledge.
Slowly he stands up from the chair where she has sat so many hours talking to him, telling him the stories of the forgotten ways, the stories that have enriched his life in a miraculous way, the stories that have helped him to find his path.

Her wisdom he carries with him, cherished and kept to never be forgotten. He has devoted his life to spread the knowledge she has given him, he will take on the destiny that she has led him to.

His heart aches as he remembers the beauty and wisdom of her soul reflecting in her eyes, her long white hair framing her gentle face, her pure and honest ways. Why did they take her away, in his heart he knew the reason, fear, that was the reason, fear for something they couldn't understand, guided by the ones that were afraid to loose their power.

No, he could not allow himself to hate them, they only acted on lies, lies they believed as being the truth. He had to continue what she had dedicated her life to, to spread the word, to teach the ignorant, to fight the misconception brought into this world by those that fear the truth, by teaching the ways of Wicca.

Dedicated to those who have stood for their believes.

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The Healing by Max Highstein
from the album Daydreams
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