Beth Lyons

We approached the Cathedral of Feathers. Kaurophon told us a little of its history. As we stepped on to the ground surrounding the cathedral, I felt a tension ease from my body. I could see the others felt the same. Kaurophon, on the other hand, winced. He climbed the steps to the front doors. “The goodness of this place,” he said. “You feel it, don’t you? It is an actual piece of Celestia here. The whole Cathedral itself transported here.”

Again, the dream… My mother screaming, pulling her hair, and scratching at her face. My father, holding her shoulders, earnestly speaking. Me, screaming nonsense, hoping the madness will stop. My mother taking a burning log from the fire, screaming at my father, using the log as a mace to hit him again and again, as she curses him.