Christmas in Donan Woods
By Robin
Cassandra sat alone in her warm hut. The snow had
fallen heavily that year, but the package had made it through. She opened the
box carefully and inside lay several wrapped packages.
The first was long and slender. Inside a black
velvet box lined with black silk lay a beautiful emerald and gold necklace with
matching earrings. She smiled when she saw them knowing they were one of a
kind.
The next packages contained something even more
priceless. Herbs, herbs from Abigail's garden. Cassandra knew she would use
them through out the year.
The last gift was a framed cross stitch sampler
made by Jennifer. "How old is Jennifer now? Seven? No, eight."
Cassandra mused, "Where has the time gone?"
The wind rattled the windows and door. Cassandra
looked up and smiled.
"Merry Christmas Abigail and Jennifer. I wish
you a day of love and laughter." Cassandra blessed.
Author’s Note:
Abigail is over 4,500 years old and has been
Methos friend and lover. Methos has always had a bedroom in her home, no matter
where she was living. She was also Cassandra's teacher after Cassandra escaped
from the Horsemen. Cassandra and Methos do not know about their shared
conntion.
Jennifer is from a family of Watchers. Abigail
saved her however many greats grandmother 2,000 years age. So Abigail has been
midwife to all the generations and Jennifer is the next in line to be Watcher.
No the Watcher's Concil doesn't know about Abigail or the records.