Cenhwe Sito Thiafla
Cenhwe Sito Thiafla
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From a Diary found in Pineacre "I loved him, so much, his radiance lit up my soul and warmed my heart, he cared not that I was mortal, or of my druidic ancestry, to him I was cenhwe sito thiafla (lady of the forest) and do me he was my Morning Star... Why a celestial would choose a druid like me, a witch some called me, I have no idea but with him, I felt complete, I felt safe. In his light my healing powers grew, he taught me to fight, to harness my powers... to be who I was born to be, he would say, and he gave me the best gift of all... a son and in this child our love was manifest, Valishul we named him. Oh how I dreamed of this day, a miracle that only an angel could have given me, how happy we were to be or so I thought. We married in secret, as his kind and mine were not meant to be.. in a sacred glade, atop a golden hill and when I gave birth he wept, we wept he pledged to protect us, to forgo his immortality and stay with us alway. For 3 years we lived in harmony, a house, a garden a doting father, and happy son but they didn't understand, we were outcasts in a society that mistrusted change and difference who thought our child an abomination and our love a sin. It was on the 5th night that they came. He fought like a lion, he fought with grace and precision and with me beside him we sent them back to whence they came. I remember his face at that point of victory, the smile he gave me as he wiped some blood from my cheek.. if only I'd not distracted him if only I'd remembered my training ... he'd... be alive. The arrow pierced his neck and there, in our glade he died in my arms my angel, my morning star was gone, taken from me. His death awoke something primal within me, something powerful and terrible, all I saw was blood and all I wanted was revenge I killed them all every last one.. man.. woman... child I killed them and enjoyed their screams, I killed them as I I tried to fill the void where my heart used to be. When I came to my senses I was a wraith covered in blood and the bodies of my victims lay dead around me... A child, no more than 3 or 4 cried for her mother as she held her own guts in. What had I done?! I ran to the child to see if I could help mend what I had wrought but the cries ended as her life ebbed from her body and the guts of her belly spilled to the floor I screamed curses at the Gods. I screamed curses at them for giving me such a life, I was to end my own wretched life.... "Mummy?" a voice came from behind me "are you ok?" I turned and Val stood before me, wooden sword in hand and tears in his eyes "will you come home, Daddy will not wake up" Trying to regain some composure I wiped the blood from my face and hands " My beautiful boy, my shining light I am sorry.." I took Val’s hand and led him back to our house, where I buried...him... him.. I can't even bring myself to say his name.. I buried Alir as our son watched. He insisted his father have his wooden sword because it would protect him in the afterlife My boy, had to grow up quickly that day. He never questioned what happened in the village, I don't think he understood but I knew I could not ever let him witness that again. Breaking the seal on the celestial beacon I waited for their arrival. Val would never be safe with me and I did not deserve to be his mother he needed to be with those like his father pure and righteous. Battle Angel Azriel and 2 other celestials turned up in an arch of light. They said nothing. Giving me a moment to say goodbye and explain to Val that he had to go with them and that over time he may forget me but to remember his father. No sooner had I wiped the tears from his eyes and kissed his cheek and he was gone. The light faded and darkness in our glade fell It was a few nights later that I was visited by a dark haired lady a disguise. She was not who she would have us humans believe she was and I knew this, but I let her enter. In the end darkness breeds darkness and light casts a shadow. She told me that I could have him back if I wanted, that I could have our life back, that all I needed to do was give myself to her, sell my very essence. I refused, I may have been a monster but I was not going to be her sword... I told her I vowed to never raise a hand in anger again, to carry a sword to use my power for darkness again, I swore to all the gods that i would only heal and never fight again; for anyone! "So be it" she said with a grin "but i will have your soul if you do witch.. my brother has forsaken you but I will not" With that she scratched my face and was gone
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