//|\\ kristie jacobs \\|//
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First Chapter
The evening sky was red as the blood that dripped from the birthing
bed to the rushes lain on the floor. A shattering scream rents the air as the
sky lights up with the first stirrings of a dangerous spring storm.
On a lone hill nearby a woman sits chanting ancient words for
a vision that has been walking through her dreams unsettling her for nigh a
month. She sits huddled over symbols with her woolen robe pulled over her head
as If to try shield herself from the storm and the feelings of death flowing
around her. She is bean feasa, a wisewoman, and has the great power of the Druids.
Her soul feels that no good will come of this night. A deep feeling of helplessness
overcomes her every conscious thought. She seeks to find the reason behind these
feelings.
"Oh Great Spirit, hear my prayer, I beg you let me see. Open
my mind to what I have been searching for in my dreams. I humbly ask for your
wisdom and vision".
Her chanting goes on and on as the night wears thin. She stands and dances to
please her gods. The storm grows to an unnatural intensity. The strong winds
howl thorough the trees and over the dark hills. The dust becomes so thick she
can hardly see before herself. Another bolt of lightning flashes through the
night sky, for a moment there is silence. The strong winds die, the thunder
is no more, the nights haunting blackness overcomes her.
A cackle of laughter shatters the silence as dread seeps through her every pore. The sight she sees ignites her with terror. Out of the darkness a ball of flames seems to seek her. It lights the hilltop to a blood red glow. She feels her soul slipping from her body. " Nay my God, dinna forsake me!" Her body falls to the ground in a broken huddle.