WeatherMaker Hearts Desire Prologue

Weeks later, and life at the little cottage was not the same. Amaia asked to be taken somewhere else, a place that did not remind her of the time she had spent with her brother in the few short weeks she had known him. The woods where they walked; the kitchen where they had laughed and shared jokes. And before the fire where they played games for hours and spoken for hours.

‘You’ve always told me you like healing’ Tristan said to Amaia one day.

‘Yes’ she answered flatly.

‘I know of a temple where holy women heal travellers and those in need. They live in the temple, and lead peaceful lives helping others. Perhaps you would like to stay there? At least for the meantime.’

‘But what if someone finds out who and what I am?’ Amaia asked in a dead tone. ‘What if someone finds out I’m a Weather Maker?’

’As long as you cover your green hair, and never use your powers in front of anybody, you will be safe. I promise.’

‘Do you mean it?’

‘I want you to be happy’ Tristan urged. ’I want you to be free. And I will never imprison you again. Never. I’ve made that mistake once, and you were unhappy for the longest time…’

‘I will go if you allow it’ Amaia mumbled to the floor.

‘Then I will allow it’ Tristan said, placing a hand gently upon her shoulder.

And so, a short time later, Amaia was wearing the white robes and light blue sash of the holy women. She was given the false name of Layla. Her hair was covered always unless she was alone, and she never used her powers.

Here she stayed for a short time, until one day, a soldier grabbed her wrist.