She Whose Heart Always Aches, Mistress of Mysteries and Secrets- Samara the Enchantress is the Goddess of Love, Knowledge and Justice. She is the patron saint of lonely lovers, of scholars burried deep in their desperate quest for the truth, graced by the words of poets and writers alike who write of her tragic stories.— Introduction to Saohri Theology: Samara the Enchantress
Samara the Enchantress by Aijxjx Origins and Myths
It is said that Samara was born from
Matazel the Lonely's heart, a small blossoming bud of light and love at the start of the world, when it all was still and empty. She filled the
Creator's heart with desire- desire to be less alone, to create, to have something or someone to love. Fire burned inside of him, and so He created the world and filled it with
light and
life, with
power and
beauty, and when time came for him to retire he gifted his creation all the love he had. Thus Samara was born.
Last to be born amongst the
major gods, Samara came to life in a world already filled with mystery and life, a world waiting to be loved. She built herself a temple in the
Sea of Dusk, where she might store all that she learned, and with the help of
Deïmon the Bright she crafted
her loom.
A particularly important myth concerning Samara tells the story of how the goddess lost her eyes. As she walked among the gardens of the
Realm of Gods, Samara came upon a jackal with a silver tongue.
"Are you Samara, She Who Whispers Truths and Knows All Secrets?" asked the Silvered Jackal? "Indeed it is me", answered the goddess. Upon hearing these words the Jackal smiled. "You who knows all, have you ever seen what lies behind the Sun's veil? Would thy not wish to know this truth too? Tell me what you see, and I shall whisper you a secret no other creature knows."
The challenge was issued, one Samara could not resist- she slipped into the chambers of the goddess, and trying to know the truth she lost her only way of seeing the world. The myth is one of the oldest of the
Saohri mythos, as well as one of the most well known along side the
tale of how magic came to the world.
Myths and stories concerning Samara and her adventures are numerous, and often tragic. She is a goddess favoured by poets and writers, who seemed to be drawn to her ever present hopefulness- no matter how many time the goddess gets played, hurt or betrayed, she always finds her way back to her initial joy and love of life, ready to trust once more. A theologian by the name of
Quarill Ihon, circa 12 I.A, made the hypothesis that perhaps the repetition of sad narratives concerning the goddess trapped her in a state in which it became impossible for her to grow or change. It is one thing to tell tales of things that have happened, and a whole other to make up stories in which the goddess finds herself hurt once more. Instead, he suggested poets and writers should attempt to write happier stories about the goddess of love- a path which, apart from the unknown and forgotten
Epic of the Lovers, has yet to be pursued.
Farewell, heart of mine, you have bled too much. I cast you away, may you be forgotten and bring me pain no more.
Aw this is so sad. Poor Samara. :( I quite like the diversity of her aspects, and I love the image of her sitting at her loom.
Hopefully a group of adventurers will be able to bring her heart back to her some day. Thank you for the kind words and for taking the time to comment!