Purpose- The Two Hearts

Author - Cryptic Edwards

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Rose two months before her death writting down in her magical journal in her secret room with her door locked as her nose is bleeding with tissues trying to stop the bleeding knowing what was coming.

A memory she had hidden for far too long a secret that she knew was coming her death, she writes knowing she has to act fast with one last message and memory to be written down in her journal.

There she writes a hidden message and re visit the memory she had all those years ago.

There it was again… the sound of her voice. Gentle, warm, soothing.

She sang Molly Malone to us every night before bed. I’d lie there listening, watching my baby sister Neve play in her cot, her tiny hands clutching the bars.

Mum would sing and sing, telling us that her own mother had sung that same song to her and her siblings when they were young.

She said it to me that this will help me settle to sleep, and I loved it.

But I never realised the song carried a shadow, a great darkness from her past she did not want back in her life.

It was a horrible memory, one I didn’t fully understand.

I remember seeing his face — that awful, frightening face — when she showed us an old photograph of her and her siblings.

That was the day I learned there had been three of them. That my mother had a brother.

And that he was never spoken about.

I never understood why he never came to visit. Then again, I was very young. Only later — when I had something more vulnerable and more precious to protect and only then I did I learn why.

Ireland had once been safe for us. Peaceful. But we had to leave.

We had to run to England, escaping a wicked man who had twisted his magic into darkness.

I didn’t know the truth then, didn’t understand why someone so cruel would be after someone as honest, pure, and trustworthy as my mum Maureen.

I was only seven. Who would understand at that age?

I knew we had to escape. I just didn’t know why.

I never believed in magical miracles — not until my wedding day, when my mother read me the Prophecy.

She told me a child would be born — not just any child, but a special, unique one with extraordinary gifts.

A child who must be protected.

For if she wasn’t, evil would come for her… and one by one, everyone she loved would fall. One by one, they would rise again — but not in the same way.

My mother told me her strength would weaken.

That she would eventually die.

And that a blood promise would be needed — at the right time, in the right place — during a sacred ceremony.

The ceremony of Freya’s christening.

Because soon… she would have to face who she truly was on this planet Earth.

I did not know it would be without me.

How could I have known my time on Earth would end so soon?

How could I have known I would fall?

How could I have known… that I would have to leave Freya behind?

How will my darling son Adam find his way back to us? To his roots only time will tell. I just pray he knows how much he is truly loved.