[Tiki Time]

The Failed Meditation

Amalia sat within an empty room of her house, her legs folded into crisscross position with her hands resting gently upon her knees. As she took long, deep breaths in an attempt to drift into peaceful meditation her mind continued to wander.

Why can’t they just get along? Is this my fault? Have I played them too harshly? .… No, this has little to do with me. Max is simply too emotional, aggressive, and rash. If only he’d calm down, if only he’d have listened to me. None of this would have happened.

She sighed heavily, wiggling her bum a bit as she attempted to get into a more comfortable position. Shh, mind. Now is the time to rest. Now is the time to focus on your body, mind, and spirit and reconnect them with each other. Her mind was only silent for a moment. How did this happen? How did I let myself care? He was a target, nothing more. Like so many before, I was just supposed to use him and move on… a fight would have meant nothing, I’d just walk away from it all.

She grunted, opening her eyes with a small grumble as she slowly stood up. I miss Alaric; I wish he’d pull himself away from his studies. None of this would have happened if he’d just been here. I never would have let him into my heart, I would never have had this dilemma. Now, I may have to choose a side…and I’ll lose Alyisse. I can’t win a bidding war for her, the poor dear is going to end up with a horrible master. All because Max has a temper. Damn you, Alaric. Damn you, Max. Damn you, Amalia...and Tyrael. Damn you most of all Tyrael, for making me love you.

She groaned, “Obviously meditation isn’t going to work right now” she said to the empty room.

Perhaps a trip to Amruthar…