My husband was dying of an infection. I asked a maegi to heal him, to bring him back to me. She told me that only death paid for life.
[It was an intimate moment, one where there were no barriers. Only because of this did she feel able to share this story with him. One of the memories that always made her vulnerable.]
I lost my son, not realizing he was the price I would pay. I thought it would be my life. What she brought back though, it was a living death. He never moved, spoke or felt. [She won't share how she ended his pain. That was too much from her.] When he did die, I placed my dragon eggs on his pyre. During that night, they hatched. Death pays for life.
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My husband was dying of an infection. I asked a maegi to heal him, to bring him back to me. She told me that only death paid for life.
[It was an intimate moment, one where there were no barriers. Only because of this did she feel able to share this story with him. One of the memories that always made her vulnerable.]
I lost my son, not realizing he was the price I would pay. I thought it would be my life. What she brought back though, it was a living death. He never moved, spoke or felt. [She won't share how she ended his pain. That was too much from her.] When he did die, I placed my dragon eggs on his pyre. During that night, they hatched. Death pays for life.