Give Me Something for the Dream That I Am In

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Lilith's Garden
Evening, Friday 2 October

I have dragged my feet for what seems like months, though, in truth, I suppose it has been millenia upon millenia that this confrontation has been waiting. It is peculiar that it would occur now, in this place of all places, during this time. I already know what to expect in a way, but we have both changed over time, I am most certain of that.

Orderly, I lay the books one atop another then lift them and set them on the floor in front of the trunk beside my bed. Opening it, I lift clothing and an ancient blade out of it and set them aside. I shift things around, feeling more than looking for that glass cylinder. My fingertips brush it and a shiver runs down my spine. I had hoped that I would never use this. That a need would never arise for me to find her. I raise it to eye level and grimace at the locket of hair corked within the flawless green-tinged container.

I open it and lay the hair in my palm. My eyes fix on it for a long moment as the reasonable, logical side of me tells me not to do this. To shut it back away in the dark and never speak of what happened.

My fist closes around the locket of hair and I shut my eyes. A rush of heat hits my face and then is gone. I open my eyes to look upon an entrance that is quite similar to others I have seen before.

"Lilith," I shout out. "Grant me entrance or I will enter by force."

[OPEN to Lilith]

[CLOSED]

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My name echos on the wind, spoken by voices both known and unknown and though I listen, I pay them little mind. They were not calling me and even if they were, I would not have been moved to answered any of them, save one. My Marbas spoke of the names that once belonged to me. Names lost and then found, only to be lost again. And I watched as he toyed with the humans, laughing as he almost found himself trapped in his own game.

"Lilith, Grant me entrance or I will enter by force."

Now another calls my name, with a voice I know well. My garden remembers it too and Ooh how it shivers in rage, hungry for his flesh and his blood. I am tempted to let him try to enter by force and watch my garden have its revenge. I grant him nothing, and materialize behind him instead. "As I recall, your father had the very same idea. I guess the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree, hmm?" I purr in his ear. Laughing as he spins around to face me.