Merry Christmas My Firefly Friends

Out of the black, a familiar face appears. A lot more scars from battles, and being wrestled to the ground by the Fates and various other dieties that seem to want something to do with her. Yet her spirit and soul are intact. Odd that with as much that as happened to her they seem to be the only things unscarred.

The life she now leads brings her a joy she couldnt fathom. A brother who sees her whenever she feels the most invisible. Singing the song about sunshine and gray skies. Always laughing at her lame jokes and never once making her feel less important than anyone else. He said she needed an ego. An ego as big as the verse. Seems she didnt have much of one. And that made him sad. And she would do anything for her Rockstar. So an ego she got. Shiny and new and even though its new born, she can feel it getting stronger with each day.

And she gained a sister, so dear and amazing. She lights up the room. Her Rockstar and her making her Sissy laugh, every day better than the last. Always there with a hug and always there for a shoulder. She never feels as though she has to bottle it in. She trusts her sister and brother far more than she trusts herself even.

She has regained things since being with her new family. Writing has become easier, words from pen flowing like streams down a mountain. Easily flowing onto paper and bringing happiness and smiles from those she loves.

Yet in her mind she still wishes for the closeness of her past life family. Wishing to embrace her ninja sister and wonderful mechanic sister. To fuzzle the hair of a certain urchin. To giggle and dance with her bar owning kitty sister.

But she knew she chose this. Wanted this. Had to have this. Because she was slowly being poisoned. Day by day she was living each minute wondering why she was still around. So it was time to go. Time to live a new life.

Time to live.