“Elizabeth”

She was a beautiful little flower, her smile could illuminate an entire room. The way she would clap her hands when she was excited or happy to when she would cry and scream when she was angry...my gods, she was so precious. "Elizabeth" I would call from the front door, watching those little golden ringlets bounce around her head. Her bright green eyes reminded me of her father; so full of ambition, such a love for life! She would hug my leg, begging for a moment more. "I want to be with outside with the faeries mummy" she would cry. I couldn't say no; I used to play with the fey, too. And so I let go again, and I could hear the symphony of her giggles once again.

I held her in my arms...my blossoming rose. She could have been angel, such innocence across her rosy cheeks. I held her tightly now as warm tears streaked my cheeks.

"We'll be home, soon enough Beth. The gods have called us home now."