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We are the inheritors, the wise, the Aeduna.
Into our hands Life has been given.
We, who know the seasons.
We, who guard the secrets.
Our learning is as old as earth and sea.
We are fire and water, earth and air.
Our blood is of the sacred Blood of the Wyckcae.
We shall spill blood this day, ours and our enemy's.
Blood.
Blood which is water.
Water in the ocean.
Ocean-birthed life.
Life that lives,
In blood.
My name is Druidess.
I have traveled far to this land. I make my home here within these castle walls. I bare with me the prophecy of a child yet to be born. She will come into this realm and hold all of it's balance in her tiny palm. She will be born to one called Mistress of the Nite, and her consort the Wolf of Darkness. On that foretold day I shall go to her and spirit her away to safety. For if she is left to the hands of her enemy's she will surely die and on that day all will know the true wrath of Lord Death.
This beast whom walks faithfully at my side is called Seeker.
He is known as a Spirit Weaver. He is a gift from Lady Life to aid in my search. He guards by sleep and hunts at my side by wake. His soul is eternally linked to that of the babe and when she is born together we shall go to her. Beware this, if you are enemy to this child he will know and then we both shall seek out your quick death.
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