Let It Rain

When I was young I used to love the rain, actually I still love the rain. It was one of the few things that brought me peace. If I could I would go outside and climb the branches of the old willow tree out back of where I lived. All things considered it wasn't the smartest idea, yrt I did it. I would sit on the branch, the draping leaves forming a sort of umbrella around me. Sometimes, I would take a sandwich and munch happily, wishing for the day I could run away from my mother. I never knew back then that my father had cursed her to have me a constant reminder of him. It felt like forever ago. Even now sometimes just because I would find a tree just like that one and let the rain fall.

Perhaps, it was my connection to nature that had caused me to do this and today was just one of those days. I found myself leaning against the trunk letting my thoughts drift when I wold first see the woman standing down below. I didn't think anything of it. She was just a figure standing in the rain, her red hair plastered against her face. At first I didn't think anything of it till I heard her voice calling up to. The hint of an accent I had never heard before came filtering up to me. "Ciara Black?" I blinked I had never seen her before but I found myself curious as I slide down, dropping to the ground to face my companion.

"Yes," I replied when all other words would be cut off as I paused to stare at the woman before me. You ever have one of those moments when a light goes on in your head and a truth youose connections leading to the man who had killed my father should have know suddenly became crystal clear. For me this was one of those moments I stood face to face with my grandmother. 

She nodded her head seemingly unsure of how to begin as she was studying me, perhaps, looking for what was so evidently clear to me in her. Those hints that marked me as my mother's daughter as it was those features of my mother that I saw in her that had marked the truth to me. "I...shouldn't have come. I'm sorry."

I had always thought mostly because my mother believed that the people who had raised my mother were her real parents. When my grandfather Aodren had came forth I was surprised but not stunned. Mother had always thought the woman that had given birth to her had an affair with someone with magic. It was this fact that had caused her to seek out supernatural creatures where she was raised on Earth. Those connections had led her to the man who she hired to go after my father's family when he turned her down and in turn her intense hatred of me. And now her mother was walking away from me. I tried hard not to take it to heart but the echoing words of my mother time and time again echoed in my mind. 'Do you think one wants you? I take you because there is no one else. If they wanted you I wouldn't have had to look at that face.

"Please stay." I whispered so softly as I looked down towards the ground the tip of my boot playing wit the wet grass, wishing i could sink into it. I should have known what my mother could not. Just because someone give birth to you didn't mean you had come from them not where magic was concerned. She never had a reason to believe that both her parents were wrong but faced with this woman I knew. I would have known even if I hadn't talked to Aod. I had thought that perhaps she was dead or maybe he had slept with that human woman who had raised my mother but I should have known for whatever reason she hadn't wanted to come forward even now she only wanted to leave.


It must have been something in my face because the woman suddenly stopped and the next thing I knew my chin was being lifted up to face those eyes so like eyes I had seen a million times before. The difference though was in the expression, where my mother's had always held hate, I saw only concern in those depths as the woman spoke. "I take it you know who I am?"

"My grandmother." I replied as if the words themselves might be carried off by the wind and lost before I could truly grasp their meaning. "Don't go. I promise I will try not to disappoint you." I said the tinest bit of desperate in my tone. So, afraid that like my mother she would reject me. 

It must have been something in my eyes because the woman suddenly pulled me forward into her embrace as I heard her whisper against my hair. "You could never disappoint."

The gesture made me flinch waiting for the knife in the back as I slowly began to relax just standing there letting the rain fall. Sometimes, the rain must fall but it doesn't always have to be a bad thing. "Really?"

She took a deep breath and a step back. "I am so sorry. I failed your mother who in turn failed you. I am Madailien Delacroix and it is time for you to learn about your family. If you want to that is." She said as she held out her hand. "I can't promise you will like what I tell you but I can promise that I will tell you the truth."

Eyeing the hand I seemed to consider did I want to know more something in her tone seemed to suggest that I was missing something--something that would change me forever. I took that hand. Screw it. I was never one to run no matter how the rain might fall. "There is nothing I would like more."

For a moment I saw a mix of relief and fear cross her eyes as she nodded. "Very well. Let us begin."