ave maria

"i want to save you, i want you to be safe" she said as she embraced him. the dream was almost at an end and time was running out, she was waiting for the priest to come to her, the wrongness of the neolithic catholicism proven by her heresy as she proclaimed the our father, stumbling and weeping and wailing. "i have to save you" she said, as she held the little boy to her. "i come from a different time," she insisted, revered now, "it used to be pictland, then caledonia, now scotland"

"there will be a battle soon, and you will lose" she predicted

"there will be a battle, and you will lose."

cecily