The Priestess

The moon shone like a shiny coin placed in the sky by an angel. The bird fluttered down to the pond and landed with a splash. It swan, interrupting the reflections in the water with ripples. Grass swayed in the cool breeze, and the ground crunched as people began to intrude on the quiet surroundings of the pool and wildlife. They gathered around a rock that towered over the water, a black mass in the darkness. A woman climbed the smaller rocks that acted as a stairwell to the place of authority. It was fitting that this woman and the rock stood together, almost as one. The rock, huge, ancient, commanding attention, was perfect for this priestess to address her people. The bird surveyed the crowd of woman and men with an eye like a fine-tooth comb. The mass was dressed in white robes that stood out in the serenity of their surroundings. They wore no jewelry but an ornate piece of metal on long chains. The woman wore a long purple robe that lightly swept the ground. Her gray hair was visible as she removed her hood. The bird jumped into the air as it began to sense the tension amongst the group.

“Brothers and sisters,” she said, silencing the people. “We meet again.”

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