The Priestess

HELEN

A figure stands in front of us, and I recognize her before I even see her. 

I feel the oxygen get sucked from my lungs when I see the all too familiar crimson robes billowing in the wind. 

No, it cannot be…it simply cannot be…..

And yet here she is, basking in a white glow, standing right in front of me, her hair flowing in the wind. 

It cannot be…..

How can she….how can anyone still be….

Then the memories come like a tsunami wave, reeling me in like a giant tornado. I clench my heart against my chest as the sorrow at the sight of the memories arise from my heart. It is too painful…too painful. Please, do not make me go through this. Let this be another dream, let me wake to the usual amount of suffering I feel each day. Please, anything but this.