So alike and so different at the same time too. And no, she was not referring to the Heavenly Gates, which Amore had called her home a couple of years, but instead to the place she was born. The sight of the mountain, the longer she took it in, the more something stirred in her. Ever since she had left the Mourning Mountains behind her, not alone, she had never thought of it again.
Her new life in the Gates, it had all been good and happy. She had finally gotten to meet her father and her maman, her mother, had been happy. Even her mom’s friend seemed to relax and live up. Besra had left them, chosen a life of her own, which she had every right too. Later there had been Posy too, but her mother and sister had disappeared not long after. The one who had left behind was Leck, her brother. He had watched them leave the vulcano.
Back then she had thought it was strange, but, too young to understand, she had let the thoughts slip from her mind. ”Leck.” His name is a silent whisper coming from her lips. Now she was back on volcano ground again and the memory of her pale, horned brother fresh in her mind. For the first time since she had left, Amorette had thought of the mountain again.
When she had left the volcano she had been a girl, a child, a newborn, now she had returned as a young woman. Still unexperienced in life, but not innocent of mind. Her lean form wanders the grassy grounds, the stream not far to her left, her gaze fixed on the towering volcano.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
