mythologue de fugue

Even now I dont fully know what happened during the lost time. All I can really do is recall my tale as best I can, and gradually my mind fills in the missing pieces. I am sorry this is short, but I only have a very brief time in the early evening before hymns when I can use the computer, so it may take some time to tell everything. But let me start at the beginning.

For as long as I can remember I've lived at the priory. I guess I must have had some kind of childhood, a mother and father, but I really dont remember any of that. Rarely, perhaps when smelling something unusual and strangely familiar, I get some kind of quick flash, just a brief strobe of a picture and then it's gone. From these, I've seen a woman, dark haired with bright eyes and smiling. And also a man, big and silent, in fact, almost somber, even though the woman often seems to be laughing and playfully touching him. I suspect these two might be my parents but that's all I have, just the flashes and my guesses. I dont think of it often, as we are quite busy here, waking at four o'clock for midnight prayers, and then I have my work at the orphanage, morning prayers, biblical study, afternoon prayers and evening hymns. I like the busy schedule, and as the prioress is fond of saying, 'Idle hands do the devil's work'. And so it was for as long as I can remember, the moon gliding smoothly through the night sky, the seasons marching from spring to fall, round and round never stopping. Until that day. Everything changed on that day.

For it was on that day that there was a visitor. Afterwards when thinking of all that happened, I recall feeling a tension in the air in the days preceding that day, noticing without noticing, a little more scurry and a little less sedate in the pace of my sisters, the intermittent murmur of muffled whispers punctuating the hesychastic tranquility. But on that day, and I remember it quite well, for it was right after second prayers that there was a sudden booming knock on the large outer gate of the priory. My eyes darted stealing furtive glances as the prioress and two senior sisters moved to the gate. The prioress was wearing her finest robe...

and they all lived happily ever after.

aww...you didn't finish...I was actually really interested in what was gonna happen,Do you always write like that,like your writing a book?the way you write is so beautiful.You lived in a priory all your life eh,How old are you?Do you get out much?from what you have told me so far,it sounds like you haven't really lived yet( I haven't either so I'm not judging you and it might be a wrong assumption because I have little information to go off of.)