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Embers of Ecstasy

Spellcrafting Revelation

By Sai Marie JohnsonPublished 2 years ago 3 min read
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Embers of Ecstasy
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Prologue:

Spell Crafting Revelation

Whoosh!

An arctic wind fluttered across the landscape, lifting fallen leaves in a swirl that carried them in a dancing motion across the village yard. It was an eerie sort of morn, the sort that caused chill bumps to rise upon one’s arms. And surely, the few villagers who were awake at this early hour understood that a change was coming with those Autumnal winds – a change that meant the death of most things and a deep hibernation for all others. And yet one particular woman with intoxicating cerulean eyes peered from her cabin with a deadly expression etched within her flawless visage. So utterly beautiful and with a name of equal beauty. Rumored to be one of the fairest in all the village, Rhiannon was destined to be a great Queen, but pagan beliefs were well on the outs with the advent of the Christian mission – destroying so much of her culture and that of her people, that Rhiannon opted for the sweet name that fell from her lover’s lips on such an icy day,

“Sahalie?”

Sahalie’s heart leapt in her chest, nearly drawing her breath from her lips as she turned to rush into the warm embrace of her beloved.

“Viktor!” she exclaimed, rabid kisses falling from her lips in a spray across his cheeks. Having been met with such enthusiasm – did not sit well with Viktor, who flung Sahalie away with an expression of pure disgust.“Hurry on about your daily tasks, wench! Surely, there are a few herbs your mother could use for her elixirs. I haven’t the time for your pawing annoyance.” He stated, brushing past her as Sahalie hit the ground.

OOMPH!

Crystalline tears filled the rims of Sahalie’s eyes – her heart clutching in her chest. Deep sky-blue eyes peered up at Viktor as she fought to understand why he was even colder than the uninviting howl of the wind outside.

“I’ve done nothing but love you, Viktor. I don’t understand.” Her soft voice murmured from the floor.

“You bore me with. How such a whining bastard is the daughter of the Great King and Queen I shall never understand. Imagine that, we’re both vexed.” He stated.

SLAM!

A tremor rippled through the cabin and Sahalie found herself pining over the affection she felt wholly robbed of. Sahalie felt at a loss, such a reaction had never been customary for her. The beautiful daughter of Brigitte Thorsen, the queen of the Howling Wind Clan. Born with such deep blue eyes that it was said from the moment anyone looked within them they were destined to fall in love with Rhiannon. It was this brilliant beauty that brought on the nickname Sahalie, meaning Heaven. For certainly, the moment anyone gazed at her, Sahalie would revel them with but a sweet batting of her curled lashes. She had even been called enchanting when young men ran into trees – distracted by her passing as she collected herbs, and flowers for her mother’s many healing remedies. Being crafters of the best elixirs, and toxins in the village, Sahalie often spent hours scouring over the forest, and seemingly Sahalie need not do anything but steal a single glance before she had them all battling for her favor. Hair the color of blood paired eyes like a cloudless summer day – destiny had smiled upon her and the angel was soon renown for her impeccability. But, this same beauty was much like a stain for her and reflecting on Viktor’s harsh treatment, Sahalie grew angry, resentful and curious. Three elements which were utterly devastating for a woman with little else to do and a deep knowledge of all things mystical. Just months before a completely different man had presented himself to her. Could the changing season be the cause? A smoky memory freed itself of her mind as she reflected on the first heated summer night, just weeks ago – as if it were a completely different life.

Fantasy
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About the Creator

Sai Marie Johnson

A multi-genre author, poet, creative&creator. Resident of Oregon; where the flora, fauna, action & adventure that bred the Pioneer Spirit inspire, "Tantalizing, titillating and temptingly twisted" tales.

Pronouns: she/her

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