Bringing Down The Mists

She is there again, her cold shadow wafting in the thin moonlight. She speaks no words, but I hear her all the same. I welcome her embrace. Long have I ruled in Avalon, and I am weary. But not yet. Not now.
"Mother, please, grant me the time I need, and the wisdom to use it well."
...No answer. The Death Crones shadow faded into the darkness. Had I really seen it? Ah, there was a time long ago when I would not have wondered. Now I am old, and I wonder if my mind plays tricks on me.
It seems yesterday that Arida came to the Isle, a young girl filled with energy and an undying curiosity with everything around her. I knew when I first laid eyes on her that she would be the one to take my place, for the Sight I had worked so hard to regain had shown her to me.
More than what I saw was what I sensed. With dancing long blond hair and sparkling blue eyes one would never guess the strength of character and wisdom of one so young hidden beneath her girlish giggles.