THE WATCHERS LAUGH(THE END)

When Jorgan’s knees grew weak and his flesh pale, just before his eyes could go dim forever and his heart cease its age-long drumming, he called his daughter to his bedside where he lay between the land of the living and the land of the dead. He asked her to lean in and then he told her what he had been carrying as a burden for the many years that had rolled by.
He was surprised for there was no shock or confusion on her face and her eyes lacked expression and then a smile flashed across her face as she whispered back to him her foreknowledge of what he told her.
The watchers always play this type of trick on the inhabitants of the earth and the looks on their faces never cease to amuse them.
Who on earth could tell that AnnaMary was Marynth and that AnnaMary was never born? Who else on earth could tell that the child which AnnaMary would birth in the years the watchers choose, would still be Marynth? Who on earth could know that the mother of Marynth was her very self but since one person cannot exist twice at the same time, one vessel must be given up in order for another to carry the girl known as Marynth.