The Spirit Is Departed
Sunday, September 21, 2008
For see, what hindereth you? It is either from without or from within, or both. It may be easy for the strong-minded seeker to put his heel upon public opinion, or to tear from his heart the objects which he loves, in a sense: but there will always remain in himself many discordant affections, as also the bond of habit, and these also must he conquer. (Crowley)
The journey to Amberleaf Weald is a grueling one from Eunomia, for I have no horse and I shall be weeks upon the road. Perhaps a month. I can only hope that Bryony is yet alive when I reach her.. for if not, I am the cause of the death of not one wife.. but of two.
I have buried my witch board in Eunomia. That part of Alexandra that I shall no longer desecrate, rests in peace in an unmarked grave with two other souls. I do know that the spirit of Leviathan was bound to it, as was I.. inextricably linked and held imprisoned together. In my haste to destroy it.. I have freed the Beast.
In the first weeks of my journey, I can only dwell upon Bryony day and night. She vexes me to the point of madness. Yes.. I am mad; sick with fever that is not so easily cured.
And if only I could but see her in a vision, to know that she is alive. I must take my lodging soon and devise a way in which to speak to her. I cannot rest, for I must reach her before it is too late.
The journey to Amberleaf Weald is a grueling one from Eunomia, for I have no horse and I shall be weeks upon the road. Perhaps a month. I can only hope that Bryony is yet alive when I reach her.. for if not, I am the cause of the death of not one wife.. but of two.
I have buried my witch board in Eunomia. That part of Alexandra that I shall no longer desecrate, rests in peace in an unmarked grave with two other souls. I do know that the spirit of Leviathan was bound to it, as was I.. inextricably linked and held imprisoned together. In my haste to destroy it.. I have freed the Beast.
In the first weeks of my journey, I can only dwell upon Bryony day and night. She vexes me to the point of madness. Yes.. I am mad; sick with fever that is not so easily cured.
And if only I could but see her in a vision, to know that she is alive. I must take my lodging soon and devise a way in which to speak to her. I cannot rest, for I must reach her before it is too late.
Labels: Bryony, Bryony de Rose, Druid, Necromancer, Storyteller's Triquetra, The Triquetra, Triquetra, Vale, Vale of the Enclave, Warlock, Warrick, Warrick Erebus
