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The ritual
« Thread Started on Apr 5, 2007, 9:23pm »

((This is something I wrote for a friend one night several years ago. She was chatting with me in IM, and told me she was bored and to tell her a story. This was straight off the cuff, and I had several compliments on it. It was written in about fifteen minutes.))

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The moon shone above the river as the wolves howled. It was a cool night, and Malina raised her head so that she could pull her banket around herself closer and better hear the wolves. Her father's voice echoed through her mind as she relased the white blanket and began to dance about her fire. This was the ritual of rebirth and strenghth, and doing this ritual would allow her to become an adult within her tribe.
The fire flickered and it's crackle was the only sound aside from the melody of the wolves. She danced about the fire in a bright red robe, signifying a phoenix raising itself from the flames.As she pranced about the leaping flames, she remembered her mother. Her beauty and grace were what Malina really wished to emulate. In her mind she could see the soft raven hair and sparkling, yet watchful eyes of her mother. She sighed as a tear rolled down her cheek. That was many years ago. Her mother was long dead now, she had passed in childbirth, and her child, a son had died as well. There was nothing the midwife could have done to save them.
Malina shook herself out of that trance and began to dance about again, this time not even noticing the rough stones beneath her feet. Complete concentration was needed before the ritual could proceed. She glanced upwards at the sky noticing the mist circling the moon. Despite this hindrance the moon still cast a dim glow on the river flowing through the desert. It was unnaturally cool for early summer, but only a tribe member knew how decieving the night could be as to the desert's heat. Malina knew that the time to complete the ritual approached. She reached down and got her rabbit hide bag. Opening the drawstring she peered inside to see all that she needed. She slowly withdrew each item presenting it to the moonlit, misty sky.
The first object she pulled out was the most sacred and important to the ritual. It was an athame, a religious dagger of sorts. It had a carved wooden handle with her name engraved in it. The handle reflected the dancing flames. Next she pulled out an amethyst crystal, representing the wisdom of those who have come before her. Then she took out some herbs; clove, myhrr, and conqueror root. All these items she placed upon the ground about two feet from the fire. Then she set to work.
She took her athame and drew a circle about herself. She chanted tribal words of protection and felt the air electrified with magic, and stirred only slightly by the breeze. She annointed herself with the herbs and what was left she tossed into the burning flames. She felt the magic as she heated the dagger in the smoke and flame until it shone slightly red-gold. Then she pressed the point into the skin above her left breast and carved the shape of a crescent there. It did not hurt as much a Malina had expected. As the wound bled slightly she began to chant again this time in her own, more familiar tongue.
"Oh great spirits, heed me your humble servent Malia of the Crescent tribe." she began. She heard a rumble in the sky as a strong voice answered her.
"WHAT DO YOU WISH TO SAY?" The voice thundered.
"I am here to proclaim my dedication to you and to ask that you bless my tribe and consider me an adult whithin it." Malina said, her voice shaking.
" DID YOU BRING YOUR OFFERING?" the voice demanded, but with patience. Malina grasped the crystal she had hand selected from her cave, and held it's purple glow up towards the sky. Each tribe member had to select an object that they thought the spirits would like. Malina had immediately gone to her secret cave to get an amethyst crystal.
Suddenly the fire flickered out and a tall woman with silver hair and blue eyes stood before her.
"It's beautiful, and from the very earth, I accept your offering young one." Though the voice was quieter, Malina could still tell that she was in the presence of the Spirit. Malina fell to the ground at this immortal's feet.
"Rise, young one, " the Spirit began, "you will do great things and that is why you were destined to be called from now on Rhea-Malia. You are now an adult of your tribe and will lead it one day. "
Malina smiled and thanked the Spirit. She glanced down at her wound and saw that a silver scar had been formed to shape the moon which now was beginning to set in the ebony sky. The Spirit kissed the girl's forhead and it gave her a silver moon charm strung on one of the immortal's silver hairs. Malina immeadiatley put on this makeshift necklace and thanked the Spirit as she prepared herself to leave.
"Wait," came the voice, now just a voice once again. Rhea-Malina turned back to the sky. "Your mother was a great servant and being, i know she would have been proud of you young one." With that Malina put out the fire and thanked the Spirit one last time before heading back to her warm hut, now feeling mature and blessed. She could almost feel her mother and the spirit both smiling down upon her.
**********************The End*******************

« Last Edit: Apr 5, 2007, 9:24pm by Sapphire »

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