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For that moment she couldn't see. All around her there was perpetual blackness. A cold wind chilled her to the bone, and the far off cry of the others in the park danced over her head. Where were they now?
The great grey statue loomed ahead of him. Her shapeless eyes watched his every move while her arm delicately held onto a faceless infant, keeping it safely pressed against her bosom. Galan knew the baby was him, just as well as it represented everyone who made the pilgrimage to the ancient statue. Despite the chill of the wind, he could feel the Mother's warmth.
She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder and huffed an annoyed sigh. Jayne leaned back on her chair and stared around at the other students that sat in the detention hall. Three in total. She knew some of their faces, but other were just nameless shadows in the halls. There was no teacher present, and she felt this could work to her advantage.
He watched as she waved her hand goodbye. As the carriage took her away he knew he would never see her again. He, a fool, could do nothing to keep her in the fort.