I came out in a cave. WTF? Why am I in a cave? “Because you have to ask me where your son is. Or at least that’s what one voice says.” I turned to see an old woman approach me. She was dressed in rags and her hair looked to have either fallen out or been pulled out in places while the rest looked as though it had went unbrushed for centuries. There was dirt all over her and her hands had several scratches on them with the nails broken and jagged. There was a light surrounding her but it didn’t seem to be coming off of her. It just moved with her lighting her way. I curtsied to the best of my ability. “Aerystasia.” “Get up girl. I know my damned name. At least I haven’t lost that yet.” “Uh, sorry. I was just trying to show you some respect.” “You want to show me some respect? Next time don’t come to me with your problems. There are so many thoughts and strings. Thousands of strings. If you pluck just one, just one, the whole thing might unravel. I hate when the strings get tangled.
