They were past. They lived on, but in mere bits of their ancient glory, parceled out among all living beings. And of all those generations and ages th...t lived before him, who was he? Only a foolish child who believed in fairytales and ancient stories of magic. What magic could he bring to the world now? He would disappear and rise again in another age as another person, divided again and less than before.Oh, Papa! I understand! I understand and I cannot believe!Wesley struggled with the current. A year went by while her reign continued to prosper as many of the smaller kingdoms surrounding Billingsly cast a covetous eye upon the land seeing its assets grow. The soil for raising crops were the best around. Billingsly stock in cattle, sheep, swine and horses increased.Their coffers swelled with revenues. She had many of the freedmen take down their rotting huts to build homes of wood and stone. The lumber that Lord Billingsly had not permitted to cut, she freely gave them her permission. I hadnt seen her for a few months so i was glad she was coming home with my daughter again but was sad that it was now cooler weather and the pool was closed for the year so i wouldnt get to see her in that little bikini again. Their first night home they went out and met up with some of my daughters friends so i didnt get to see much of them. On Saturday we all got up and went to breakfast at a little diner in town. I noticed again just how beautiful Britt was. Nothing real fancy and done up. ’ ‘Don’t worry I don’t take insult,’ he put his hands in his pockets as he smiled at her, ‘My name is Al.’ ‘Hello,’ said Gwendolyn, thinking fast – obviously she couldn’t give her real name, ‘I’m Gwen.’ ‘Gwen,’ he repeated, ‘pretty name for a pretty girl.’ The pink in her cheeks deepened to a color closer to red. ‘Do you come here often?’ she asked hastily, trying to ignore the heat in her face. ‘No, but I may start to if you do,’ brown eyes traveled over her face as she shyly looked away..