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Journey To By
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Smoothly sails our royal barge over the waves of the Mediterranean Sea. We have left our home to sail to the Holy Isles. I had planned this journey to give birth in the Eastern Temple, as is our custom. Sadly I am accompanied by my father bound for the Western Temple. He is dying of a festering wound gotten defending our home from raiders. Perhaps this timing intends his soul to live on in my child.
I wish my mother could be with me this last month before the birth, but as Queen she must watch over our homelands. She was heartbroken to say farewell to my father, her trusted companion and advisor for many years. I fear the raiders, who way we die forever and do not return in new forms. What kind of world will my child grow up in? Will he Great Mother still enfold us, or will the jealous sky god wreak his vengeance on Her people?
Though I know the Priestesses will care well for my father and me as we transition into new life phases, I am filled with trepidation as to what will greet me when I return home with my new babe. Perhaps dreaming in the womb chambers will give me some ease. I will walk the seaside Labyrinth, and take comfort in knowing we are all reborn like the butterfly at its core. At least I have this last moon to rest in the care of the Priestesses of the Holy Isles.
So I rock in the arms of the Great Mother's waves, and hope for the best.
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