...In the Beginning... #3 A warrior ghosted silently through woodland seemingly frozen in time and illuminated only by crystalline, silver moonlight. He was drawn by a palpable energy he could feel but could not name. Cresting a small open rise, the moonlight was gently washed away by a soft blue glow, faint but unmistakable, shot through with wisps of green. The blue impression seemed to emanate from an ancient gate, visible, yet not, even at some distance. A gate old as the First Voice, a gate where none had been before. He moved silently, drawn down a path through blackberry canes impassably dense, a thicket of thorns, that opened before him and closed behind as he passed. The gate drew him ever nearer until he stood just inside its edge. Only then could he see that the blue and green glow swaddled an infant, lying quietly, unafraid, with soft eyes that beckoned. And he saw, too, the empty vessel that had once been his betrothed, whom he had sought for half a year, now passed through the Veil. She clutched a golden feather to her breast. Golden Feather…Robbie Robertson
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 19:28:04 +0000
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