Showing posts with label Mythological Creature and/or people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mythological Creature and/or people. Show all posts
Wild Hunt
It's happening again.I stood outside my house in the large field and the wind howled around me. Angry, sounding like the call of wild dogs.
This was the third time. I couldn't tell if it was a dream or if I was sleep walking.
Out in the field the sound came again. A howl or the call of a horn?
I turned and fled. Across the open grass towards the trees. Something was coming, I didn't know what, but I felt it coming for me. My whole being vibrated with the need to run and I listened to it, and my legs carried me fast across the field, my movements swift and graceful until they seemed no longer human at all.
The sound came again and I stopped at the edge of the forest, glancing over my shoulder. My body glowed with a silver light that flared as I saw it.
A large pack of wolf-like dogs surrounded a dozen riders on horse back, their weapons gleamed in the moonlight.
My body screamed at me to escape.
If could outrun them a third time, I would be free. My soul my own.
If I could not, I'd become one of them.
One of the Wild Hunt.
Vivian
She caressed the bark of the tree, and leaned forward, resting her forehead against its rough texture. The wind blew through the branches, wiping at the leaves so they fell in multicolored swirls around her.Vivian swallowed hard and bit back the tears that threatened to burn tracks down her cheeks.
“I am sorry, my love,” she whispered to th
e tree. “But it is for your own good. The things to come now.” She held her breath for a moment before letting it free. “You do not have to watch Arthur fall, to witness the world you tried so hard to built crumbled at your feet."
Vivian touched the tree, her voice soft and full of sorrow. “Be safe here Merlin and know that I shall bare this for you, I shall watch over him when he has lost.”
Turning from the tree, she walked a few steps before looking back at the large willow, its long tendrils of leaves drifted on the breeze.
“And when the time comes for this world to accept all that you have to offer, you shall be there. So will I, and on that day, I hope you can forgive me.”
Unicorn Horn
Unicorns are despicable, selfish, loathsome creatures.Of all the beasts, people and places in the world they are the only ones that have magic, and they will not share. Masters of manipulation all of them,
a Mage must never fall for the deceitful disguise of a unicorn.
We call ourselves Mages, because we know the spells and the rituals that would bring us magic, if we had a wand or staff to call it to us.
Imagine how horrible it is to attend a school and wave around a wooden stick, pretending.
My days of pretending are over.
The graduation rite for the class isn't simple, few who spend half their life studying magic ever actually get to wield it.
Tonight we'll go into the Magic Lands, many will never turn and of those that do return, only a few will get the means to wield their craft.
Those that find the unicorn and rob it of its horn and perhaps its life, will be able to use the horn as their source of power.
That is the only way a Mage will ever wield magic.
By obtaining a unicorns horn.
And tonight, I shall get mine.