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The WeatherMaker Hearts Desire By Lady Lilium Characters: 4894

Updated: 2018-07-12 12:03

'What do you mean?'

'You're my daughter' Tristan told her. 'We should not be strangers to one another.' He offered his hand out for her to take, but she simply looked at him. 'Amaia' Tristan said patiently. 'I only want what's best for you. I know you have suffered. I know that you grieve, but….you must not dwell on these things. You cannot alter the past. No matter how hard you wish to do so.'

He lowered his hand.

'I will not force you to do anything you do not want to do. From now on, I will not keep you imprisoned. You can leave if you want. But it would make me very happy if you would stay, here with me.'

Amaia remained unmoved.

'Will you come with me?' Tristan asked.

'Where are we going?'

'For a ride through the woods' he said. 'I want to show you that I mean what I say. You are free. You are allowed to wander from this cottage.' Tristan shifted uncomfortably when Amaia didn't say anything. 'There are horses tied up outside' he offered. 'They are already saddled….if you want to…..I don't want to force you, I just thought it would be good to get your mind off…but if you don't want to…'

Amaia rose to her feet wordlessly. She held her hands before her, fingers laced together.

'I will go with you' she said.

Tristan mounted the dark mare waiting outside. Beside that horse waited another.

'Can you ride?' Tristan asked Amaia uncertainly. 'I'm sorry…I didn't…'

'It's alright' Amaia spoke meekly approaching the animal. 'I know horses.'

She mounted the horse with confidence, glancing expectantly to Tristan who waited beside her.

Tristan tapped his heels into the beast's flanks, urging it onwards. Amaia followed as Tristan led the way out of the overgrown garden and through the woods. They rode at a trot for quite some time, until they reached a place where the trees did not grow, where a great mound of rock at their feet rose out from the earth in a gentle slope, higher than the rest of the woods around them.

'The view from up there' Tristan said to Amaia pointing towards the tip, 'is one you might regret to miss. We are far in the woods. There are no cities or towns for miles and miles for the capital.'

Amaia didn't reply.

Tristan held the reins in one hand, resting on the saddle.

'I think you should use your magic' he said.

'Why?' Amaia mumbled weakly. 'Each time I have used magic in my life, bad things happen. I live a normal life…a happ

y life…and then I use magic…and am taken from my home……I suffer…'

Tristan watched her silently.

'The first time' Amaia went on, 'I used magic in front of my mother, to make a flower I picked frost over…she was furious.'

Tristan was about to object to Amaia calling Ramana her mother. But he held his tongue.

'The second time' Amaia continued, 'I used my magic in front of a man, and shortly after that I was captured by soldiers and taken away in a carriage….'

Amaia bit her lip, swallowing the lump in her throat.


'Shortly after I used magic…' Amaia continued, 'almost as if they were waiting for me….watching me even. And then you…'

'I came to rescue you' Tristan finished. He pursed his lips. 'Amaia. I would never allow any harm to come to you. Not if I can help it.' Tristan faltered then. 'You're supposed to have lost your memory after you died' he said to her. 'How is it that you remember?'

'White Feather' Amaia spoke to the back of her horse's neck. 'He helped me remember. He told me everything I forgot.' Amaia turned to face Tristan. 'How do you know that Weather Makers lose their memories after they are reincarnated? And how did you know that I died?'

'I….' Tristan drew a breath. 'I was there the day you died.'

'What happened?'

'It's a day I'd rather forget.'

'How do you know so much about Weather Makers?' Amaia asked him.

'My mother…'

'Your mother is a Weather Maker?'

Tristan smiled at her weakly, feeling no conviction behind the act. 'I'll tell you everything you want to know. But not yet. For now, I just want you to use your powers.'

'Why?' she asked for the second time. 'I will only be captured again.'

'No' Tristan shook his head. 'The previous times you used magic, you did so in front of other people whom were unfamiliar with….the situation' he finished. 'You are perfectly safe doing so here with me.'

'White Feather told me the exact same thing.'

'White Feather is not….' Tristan suddenly cut himself off. 'It's unfortunate what happened to him.'

'He must have suffered greatly' Amaia said in grief. She hung her head, beginning to tremble.

'If you feel so distraught, then what do you have to lose?' Tristan asked her, trying a different tact.

Amaia faltered uncertainly at this. She thought about it for a moment.

'Go on' Tristan encouraged. 'It's been a long time since I've seen such magic. Not since my mother was herself.'

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