Lady of the Lake
I walked across the grassy hill of the island just off
the coast of England. It was hard to imagine my ancestors
living here. Thousands of generations before me Morgan
stood here the last Lady of the Lake until me. I wonder
if she knew her reign was the last before Avalon slipped
into the mists. She held it at bay as long as she could,
but all things change in time I guess.
I walked over to the ruins of Tor, long ago those
magnificent stones stood in a circle, now the only ones
left standing are the ones on the holy isle of
Glastonbury which has long since join the main land as
all Christian things seem to do.
I heard a sound high up in the trees; it was raven the
pet bird of the mistress. I started walking back,
thinking how far I had come in ten years. It takes a lot
to be the Lady of the Lake. It is one of the highest
honors one can receive in the Druid religion you have to
have a lot of courage and strength, but most of all you
have to have patience, understanding, and love.
I spent many years wondering what those words meant, and
several more wondering if I had the courage and wisdom to
use them when the time was at hand.
As I went to bed that night, I knew I would not sleep,
tomorrow I would receive the crescent moon and be sent
back after three years in a fosterage, and I would be
home.
As the sun ascended the high mountain, I awoke refreshed
and eager to greet the day. There was a lot to do. First
we had our regular chores, and then we had to get ready
for the ceremony. Other priestesses would be made to day,
but only I will become Lady of the Lake, as my born right.
It is my heritage.
Excused from chores, I walked a path that had been well
trodden by me over the last three years. At the end of
the path was a small graveyard, in it were graves that
had seemed to stem from the beginning of time.
I sat down next to Morgan's tomb and lay against the
jagged side of it. I thought about what I was going to do.
I was about to try to resurrect a dead religion I was
from this day forward going to be known as a witch, a
satanist, and a paganist. However, for a very small group
of people I would become their leader.
As I stood naked before the young novice priestesses, I
saw in their eyes what they thought of me, I was their
mother, sister, and friend, I was the one they would turn
to in their time of need. I was their leader.
They painted my body with moons and the sun above my
navel. Then I was dressed in a gown of undied wool, my
hair unbound and flowing in the slight breeze, my feet
bare and covered in ancient symbols.
I was lead out into the circle of Tor; blinded by the sun
I looked slowly around at all the faces around me all the
people I would reign over.
As the mistress started the ceremony, I thought about to
world today and where we are now, and I wondered if there
was anybody left to teach the old ways. As she drew the
crescent moon that was to become my symbol, on my brow, I
fully became the Lady of the Lake, but in it, it no
longer held any meaning in the world, but a title.
Saitaina's Diary
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