Cherry's Dream
Who: Cherry and anyone who wants to look into her mind
What: A surprisingly complicated psyche for such a normally happy-go-lucky girl
When: During the battle
Where: Cherry's mind
It was the hallway of the upstairs of the Order's mansion. But it felt like the dormitory somehow. The walls had those cabbage roses on the wallpaper and the electric candelabras, but the hallway seemed to stretch on endlessly, with more doors than Cherry remembered seeing there. Noises came from behind each of those doors. Someone was crying. Two people were smegging. And a soprano was singing. Not just any soprano. It was the soprano:
Though love may break, it never dies,
It changes shape through changing eyes.
There was a breeze on the back of Cherry's neck and she turned around. Fatima was standing there, looking smug, her arms folded across her chest. "About time you arrived," she said tartly, the light of the candelabras gleaming in her dark eyes.
"You were waiting for me?" Cherry asked. Her voice echoed, as if it were calling out from the bottom of a chasm.
Fatima was at her side, now, too close for comfort, but Cherry could not feel the heat of her body. Was she a ghost? "Waiting for your epiphany," Fatima said. "I think I still am."
"Epiphany?"
"Yes."
"About this whole Rowan thing?"
"In part."
Cherry turned to face Fatima, but Fatima had drifted away again. Now she was standing beside one of the doors. Beyond the wood, Cherry heard the sounds of love-making. Denise and Jonas. "You sent me to the underworld," Cherry whispered, staring at the door. "But that's not fair. You always send Denise. Why me?"
"It's a little bit more complicated than that," Fatima said, her voice just over the singing of the soprano.
What I denied, I now can see.
You always were the light inside of me.
"Why am I here?" Cherry asked.
"To find that which made you."
"My parents?"
"What makes a person? Flesh and blood or spirit and soul?"
"Both," Cherry answered.
"Yes," Fatima replied with a nod of approval. "And you need both to survive."
"I've lost spirit and soul. Cordelia is all that remains of that."
"No good at all," Fatima clucked.
"What do I do?"
"Find it again."
"How?"
Fatima grinned like a cat. Gods, Cherry hated cats. "That would be telling," she whispered.
I have walked and I have prayed
I could forgive and we could start again.
"Denise is sent to the underworld on the orders of the higher powers. There is a higher power, a higher purpose behind your journey too. Figure it out, Samantha."
"But how?" Cherry asked.
In the end...
You are my one true friend...
What: A surprisingly complicated psyche for such a normally happy-go-lucky girl
When: During the battle
Where: Cherry's mind
It was the hallway of the upstairs of the Order's mansion. But it felt like the dormitory somehow. The walls had those cabbage roses on the wallpaper and the electric candelabras, but the hallway seemed to stretch on endlessly, with more doors than Cherry remembered seeing there. Noises came from behind each of those doors. Someone was crying. Two people were smegging. And a soprano was singing. Not just any soprano. It was the soprano:
Though love may break, it never dies,
It changes shape through changing eyes.
There was a breeze on the back of Cherry's neck and she turned around. Fatima was standing there, looking smug, her arms folded across her chest. "About time you arrived," she said tartly, the light of the candelabras gleaming in her dark eyes.
"You were waiting for me?" Cherry asked. Her voice echoed, as if it were calling out from the bottom of a chasm.
Fatima was at her side, now, too close for comfort, but Cherry could not feel the heat of her body. Was she a ghost? "Waiting for your epiphany," Fatima said. "I think I still am."
"Epiphany?"
"Yes."
"About this whole Rowan thing?"
"In part."
Cherry turned to face Fatima, but Fatima had drifted away again. Now she was standing beside one of the doors. Beyond the wood, Cherry heard the sounds of love-making. Denise and Jonas. "You sent me to the underworld," Cherry whispered, staring at the door. "But that's not fair. You always send Denise. Why me?"
"It's a little bit more complicated than that," Fatima said, her voice just over the singing of the soprano.
What I denied, I now can see.
You always were the light inside of me.
"Why am I here?" Cherry asked.
"To find that which made you."
"My parents?"
"What makes a person? Flesh and blood or spirit and soul?"
"Both," Cherry answered.
"Yes," Fatima replied with a nod of approval. "And you need both to survive."
"I've lost spirit and soul. Cordelia is all that remains of that."
"No good at all," Fatima clucked.
"What do I do?"
"Find it again."
"How?"
Fatima grinned like a cat. Gods, Cherry hated cats. "That would be telling," she whispered.
I have walked and I have prayed
I could forgive and we could start again.
"Denise is sent to the underworld on the orders of the higher powers. There is a higher power, a higher purpose behind your journey too. Figure it out, Samantha."
"But how?" Cherry asked.
In the end...
You are my one true friend...