Chapter 12
Years passed and Isabel and William had many excursions. Flying with William, the dragon boy was such fun. But she was maturing now. She wanted something more with William, but she didn’t know what it was.
That night when she went to sleep she appeared before her father who was working in his study.
“Hello, Father.” Isabel said in a whisper.
The king wasn’t sure what he had heard, but when he looked up he saw his beautiful daughter who resembled her mother. He couldn’t say anything; he was so choked up that he was beyond words.
“Father, my king. If I could take my mother’s place I would do it happily, but I cannot. Father, I cannot truly take the blame for the loss of my mother. Your loss is also my loss. You had years with her. I have never laid eyes on her. To make it worse, you punish me for being born when I never asked for it to be so.
“Father, I beseech you to free me now for your own good as well as mine. I forgive you for not loving me as your daughter. I forgive you for isolating me from the life I was meant to live. I love you father. I can only hope that one day you can love me back.”
Isabel vanished from the king’s sight as suddenly as she came. His eyes stung as tears welled up and threatened to spill down his face.
Just as the king was about to dismiss the vision as a waking dream, his beloved wife appeared before him.
“Gwendolyn, is that really you?”
“Yes, beloved. Tis I.”
“You died after Isabel was born. How can you be here with me now?”
“I am always here, darling husband. Whenever you think of me I am here.” Said Gwendolyn. “It is high time you stop punishing our daughter for something she had no control over. Women die in childbirth. It happens, but I am not gone! I am with you, husband and I am with our daughter also. When you look upon Isabel’s beauty you may also remember me in love instead of bitterness” and with those last words Gwendolyn was gone.
“Wendy! Come back.” The king cried like he had never cried before. He cried himself asleep right where he was.
Chapter 13
Isabel remembered what her mother said about talking to God, her mother’s Abba. She did not know him. She told herself that maybe it would be a good thing to introduce herself. So she did just that.
Isabel got out if bed and knelt beside her bed. She prayed:
“Hello? Sir Abba, Father to my mother Gwendolyn, I beseech thee to hear me. I pray not for myself, for I am resolved to live out my days in this mystical reality that William, the dragon boy has made for me.”
Just then a small speck of brilliant white and blue light, like that of a very hot flame appeared before her. She saw the brightness of the light through her closed eyelids. The light became larger in all directions until the room shone brilliantly. The light beckoned to her to look upon it.
Ever so slowly she opened her eyes and a figure, the size of a man, made only of the purest, bluish white aura she had ever seen.
“I am Abba; what do you ask of me?”
“Sir, Abba, my mother came to visit me and told me about you.” Said a frightened Isabel.
“Do not be afraid, dear one. I know your mother well. She came Home just after you were born into this world. What do you want me to do for you dear Princess Isabel?”
“Sir, if it pleases thee, I would ask for my father to forgive me for taking my mother away from him.” Said Isabel.
Abba said, “your father’s grief is not your fault. You have been unjustly thrown away like so much refuse. I have appointed someone to look after you all these years and he has grown in love with you. Together, you and William hold the key to your freedom and happiness. Rise Princess.”
Isabel rose to her feet and turned away from the searing light of Abba. “May I ask if thee would remove the curse that holds William prisoner to life as a dragon?”
“Turn to me” said Abba. His aura settled down so that a faint resemblance of a man in a white robe stood before her.
“King Philip, your father and once the husband of your mother has much to sort out. Be of good cheer and know that all things are possible for those who believe in me. I am mightier than magic. Magic is a tool created by me to be used carefully. Magic must be used for good and never for revenge. Sir William was dealt a bad hand, but it all worked out for the good of my universe.” With those words the light went from large to the size if a pea and disappeared.
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