Rebecca at the Water's Edge (As Per the Narrator)

[Akirapryde]

As Rebecca set there next to the lake, her mind calmed. She could feel the fires around her soul beckoning her. She set there in the dirt at the shores of the water. She was dressed in her normal cowgirl outfit. She wore boots, jeans, and a loose fitting flannel shirt. A cowgirl hat topped her appearance. On her hips, she wore Fire and Brimstone proudly displayed for all to see. She proud of her country heritage and didn’t care what others thought of her for it. She held her cross as she offered a silent prayer to the Lord and calmed her mind.

While her eyes were closed, her vision was hardly impeded. She watched everything around her. Without even thinking about it, she created fire in the forms of four little flames just above the ground. The flames hovered around her as she meditated. They were linked to her breathing, growing and shrinking as she drew in breath and let it out. She reached out and felt the flames with her mind. She felt and heard them in her mind. She loved the feeling of the fire around her. The heat, the passion, the purity that comes with it.

But she also knew that she wasn't alone. She felt the other spirits around her. Her senses told her so much. They were watching her as she meditated. She wondered how many of them had a memory of her duel. It was something that truly bothered her. It was the second time she had laid down her life for the party and the third time that she died. Clearly it was the Will of God that she is still here on this world. He had plans for her and soon she felt that those plans would be revealed to her.