Young Writers Society

“Dear past, thank you for your lessons. Dear future, I’m ready. Dear God, thank you for another chance.”

Emerentiana and I arrived at the courtyard five minutes before noon. We sat on an elegantly carved wood bench and sat silently before she started talking to me.

“Adelia,” she said, “In your new life, people will not look the same. Some of them will probably be dead. Most will have forgotten about you” I bowed my head down at that. “But do not be sad. You will see them again one day. Lilith - your new mother - will probably have a more motherly and sad demeanor to you as a child, but after the age of four, you will start to have some deja vu and after you are five, you will start remembering and you will have visions.”

“So I will not remember this?” I asked, raising my head.

“Not for many years,” she responded.

“Oh.” I leaned my head on her shoulder. She was starting to feel more like a mother to me, more than my real mother. She then rested her head on my head and started humming a soft, gentle song.

All of a sudden, there was a snap and the Council of Three were standing in front of us. I jumped, but Esmerelda remained calm and smiled sadly at them.

“This is the part where I say goodbye,” She said, turning to face me. “Be brave,” she said, and hugged me.

“Thank you,” I whispered into her ear. She nodded. I walked up to the Three and said, “I’m ready.”

They all went around me, creating a small triangle, holding hands. They raised their hands over my head and concentrated really hard.

The last thing I smelled before it went black were fresh sprigs of lavender.