It had provided the soundtrack for her nightmares. It had violently shattered the moonlight against the rocks in a jealous rage and then it had gently whispered to her, a whisper beyond hearing, in the hot and bright silence.
Now it quenched the flames and chased away the shadows in her mind, and the whisper became a roar.
She had left Jason. She had walked away from the inferno that had been his house. He was gone.
She would think about that later. When she could handle it.
Everything she had been through in the last three days, the dreams and the fog and the shadow and the flames, came together and flowed down, down through the mountains and the valleys, until finally it all came crashing down on the rocks of one name.
“And Lilith, Seth lives.”
The water roared.
The house by the waterfall.
It did not call to her. It did not whisper to her.
She was no longer a lifeless marionette.
The house did not control her strings.
It did not pull her forward.
And it most certainly did not promise warmth and light and love.
There is no water without the fall.
Her mind was as silent and clear as the stars. All the voices had gone quiet.
She had returned to herself.
She had cut Seth’s strings.
She moved forward of her own volition.
The warmth and the light and the love had always been there.
The water had to fall.
Her heart whispered his name.
The water held the moonlight in its loving embrace. They fell together, and though the rocks split them asunder it did not last.
They found each other again in the quiet pool beyond the rocks and clung together, bright and beautiful and alive.
Lilith knew what it was to be torn apart and then reunited.
She embraced the water in her mind, letting it run clear and cold.
She walked purposefully through the weeds, rather enjoying the feel and sound of the dead leaves crunching under her feet. Let him hear her. Let him know that she was coming.
The house was silent in defeat. It had broken her, but she had won in the end. She had fallen, but she had survived. She had learned how to put herself back together.
And now she chose to go inside.
The door opened at her touch. Perhaps Seth was expecting her? She hoped so.
She stepped over the threshold. The wood floor creaked and groaned, just as it had in her dream. A dream that seemed so long ago now.
The house was indeed cold. So very cold.
Fire. Death. Alone.
Lilith went in to meet her nightmare.