Rites III by ~Sarachmet on deviantART
Ugh, ugh, ugh. When it rains, it pours. Second night of Jason V. dreams. He stole my baby because he believed it was his. I was heartbroken and could not be consoled…even though I didn’t actually believe the baby was mine (?)
I was instructed to journey alone, to the heart of the forest, and perform a small ritual. I lit a fire and as I fanned the flames I saw within them a vision. Jason V. and my child were speeding around the country on a tiny scooter; he had the poor, wee thing strapped to the handlebars. I realized I would never see my baby again. I lay down by the fire and wept.