chapter 47(2)

Shadows, like a shadow on the sidewalk, only trapped in time, trapped with an essence, as I travel between plains, searching through the clouds of death, each one trying to cling to me, trying to get me to stay and hold me here with them as I filter through. So peaceful, promising the world is at my fingertips if I just stay; the key is remembering it is the shadow realm, the realm of nothing but the past. A place where nothing lives or dies, just limbo forever stuck. I push further before finding the shadow of that day, the shadow of a war he was not a part of. I watch as an observer, instead of an active part. My father retrieves a screaming Mara from the car, and I walk around the scene, needing to see from another point of view other than his back. I move into his line of vision and I am stunned for a second when he looks directly where I stand as if he knew I would come through the shadows to this exact moment. “You don't need to forgive her; forgive yourself. Nothing would preven