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Subject: Times careless rush to eterinty


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Nessa
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Date Posted: 12:00:55 06/26/01 Tue

Time did seem to rush along, so many changes, so many lives affected. Nessa had come to realize she was but a bit player in the scheme of the gods. If she perished tomorrow, she would only leave but a small dent in the lives of those she cherished. A dent that time in its rush to eternity would smooth away.
She had begun reading her father's journals. What did she hope to learn there? That somewhere beneath that evil veneer lay a man? A man that bled just like any other man? A heart that had perhaps at one time loved? She found none of this, she found she had been right all along. This man...this devil...her father, had no heart.
Each page she read pierced her with a deeper hatred of the man who had given her birth. There was no healing to be found among these pages. No softening towards he who now resided in hell. Just a deep sadness that she must tell another man whom she feared had no heart. Whose lessons at the foot of this devil perhaps had been too well learned? She thought of Charles, how would he receive the news that the very man he immulated himself after had been the very man who had had his parents murdered. Would it end the reign of hatred for Charles, or push him deeper into the voids of evil, her father had made sure the young boy who had come to them had learned?
Nessa had no answers for these questions that now haunted her. As she bound the journals and handed them over to Markus, for it was he she would trust to hand them over to Charles. The only other person in life that they could now possibly matter too. Her short missive lay sealed with the crest of the Du'Monts atop the bound books, it words were short, but no greater meaning could they have held.

"I now give you what had no power to heal me.
May the gods guide and look over your shoulder
as you read these twelve books written by the
devil himself. My heart is heavy for the pain
they may cause you Charles, but hopeful that
in these pages of dark deeds and evil thoughts
you find what the devil himself never attained...the light."

Always and Ever your Cousin
Lady Cynessa Du'Mont

Her own pain was laid aside as the villa was plunged into a mourning for the passing of Burgoo's first wife. She could only begin to image the pain he must feel, for though she had lost her mother, she had yet to lose anyone she had shared the very essence of her life with. She knew and understood there was nothing she nor anyone else could do to lessen his pain. That only time, in its eternal rush, could bring about that healing. For that she would wait, if it took eternity. When he was ready to see her again, she would be here. Her worry extended to Cricket and the pain that only another woman could see on her lovely face. She guessed it had something to do with Ciro, for she had not seen him in many days. She knew Cricket would share that pain if she so wished, till then she did not pry. Among all this pain and sadness was the young ones, now their numbers increased by the children of Lanthe, Shai and Kett. It was good the children were there and needed attention, for this perhaps saved her from insanity. She was nearing the end of her pregnancy and this too weighed heavy on her mind. Who would Calyssa be? would the Du'Mont blood that ran in her veins taint her? Would she bare some of the devil's own darkness? She was not unhappy that Burgoo had sealed away Calyssa's geen powers till her sixteenth year. Perhaps by then Nessa would know if Cain's reach from hell would still touch her life, and more importantly the life of his granddaughter. She needed to spend time with Aldrea, who had taken up residence in the small, yet elegant beachhouse. To perhaps share her pain, and bring her to a greater understanding of the world she was so ruthlessly plunged into when the Baron's life ended so abruptly...so much to do. Did she have the strength to endur? Only that rush of time to eternity would reveal the answers....

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