I Will Live On


I was not bereft of my beloved when he chose not to stand beside me in those final days.

Even as I wore both the armor of battle to stand against the hoardes of the North who threatened our peaceful existence, and the white robes of a Priestess; I believed it was an honor to stand with my sisters with our swords in hand even as the earth began to shake and move beneath our feet, and the smoke of the eastern mountains blocked out the light of the moon, and the very stars.

Still, one night before the smoke rose far into the sky, we stood beneath that moon, and the stars in what was one last attempt to work the ancient magic we had been taught to raise the sheild to protect us from the advancing army from the North.. I will live on. No matter what I must do to survive.

Xoxo Rev. Donna


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