Eaving Stones: Chapter 2 – Part D

All three finished their lunch in silence. It had been an extraordinary night for both of the girls, they had both been beautifully dressed and duly admired. But Beau found such formalities to be a bore, and would have preferred going hunting in the woods, or experimenting with metal work.

Beau had always felt an oddity, Being a male Gypsy Beau wasn’t as powerful as his sister or Quinn, being that magic gifts were passed through the strongest via the female line. But it wasn’t this which made him feel odd. What made it worse was the fact that he was always being compared with his sister. To the world she always seemed perfect and incapable of doing anything untoward. A good girl, who followed all the rules, polite and innocent.

Strange as it seemed however, Beau knew a different side to his sister. Although he was never able to prove any of his theory’s true. Usually discarding any thoughts as mere coincidence, or even Paranoia. Beau always approached matters concerning his sister with a heavy heart.

There were many times when things that had happened which didn’t quite add up. What was worse were the consequences, of what Beau assumed were her actions. No-one had died, but a few of their fellow acolytes had suffered very suspicious injuries.

The three of them finished their meal in silence. Any good humor that had been brought to the table, quickly evaporated, like any dreams they may have been having before they were rudely woken! There were sure to be a number of short fuses around the towers this day.

Most of Sangreal had attended the previous nights celebrations. Beltane rituals had started shortly after sunset and continued till just before midnight. A few returned to their homes, but the majority stayed for the after festivities. It had been splendid, warm clear night, and had been the perfect distraction from recent troubles which were threatening the borders of the Eaving Realm. Boasting the Moral of all of its people.

Quinn and Bella had been had been amongst the girls of the Sangreal who’s desire was to be the Green Lady this year, but were amongst the many girls disappointed and turned away. Beau had teased the girls about it when he had seen the rejected looks on their faces. But the Green Man chosen was Jarelle. One of Beau’s fellow students which he disliked greatly.

By the time the three had finished their meals, the hall was filled with sound of voices and laughter. The other Acolytes had finally joined them, and the Elder Counsel had also entered and were taking their seats at the large wooden table at the head of the hall.

Published in: on October 21, 2008 at 10:43 am  Leave a Comment  
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Simple Quartz and Candle Spell.

Choose the appropriate color candle and with your athame, carve a symbol representing your magickal intent. Focus on this goal while carving the candle emitting your own energy your own energy as you carves. Charge a quartz crystal with the same goal and place it with the candle at your bedside. Every night meditate, focusing on the intended outcome. Repeat this ritual every night for 7 days, or until you goal is reached.

Published in: on October 14, 2008 at 4:21 pm  Comments (1)  
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Eaving Stones: Chapter 2 – Part C

“Good Morning,” Quinn said yawning.

“Morn,” replied Beau.

Quinn took her seat with a thud. She felt as though all her energy had been sucked out of her.

“So give me all the gossip then,” said Bella leaning forward with excitement. “You were still here at midnight with us, but by an hour past when we were leaving…” There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she continued. “… you were gone, without even a farewell or good eve.” Bella tossed her head over -dramatically , pretending to be annoyed.

Quinn smiled. Bella had been her best friend since they were very young, and the two of them were very close. Beau, was Bella’s birth twin, born of the same mother, and at the same time. The three were normally found in each others company, and they shared a strong bond.

“Well actually,” replied Quinn, her smile broadening and her cheeks flushing slightly. “I went home.”

“I’m sure you did dear Quinn,” smirked Bella. “The question is did you go home alone? And if you didn’t then what happened on the way?”

Laughing, Quinn’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. She hadn’t been alone the night before when she had returned home. She reached forward and grabbed a bread roll and begun to butter it.

“Come on Quinn!” whined Bella. “Tell me. I have been dying to hear what happened.”

“Yes,” said Beau rolling his eyes. “Please just tell her Que. She has been driving be batty with it all morn.” As usual, Beau’s face was sullen when referring to Quinn and other boys. It was well known that Beau carried a torch for his long time love Quinn.

“Oh shut-up Beau. Just because your jealous,” said Bella defensively. She would have said more, but knew that Quinn’s love life was a touchy subject. Instead, she tucked the lock of white blonde hair which escaped her braid behind her ears, and continued serving herself a helping of chicken and corn soup.

Quinn was used to the Twin bickering, and picking at each other. She too continued to server herself lunch also, and said nothing more on the subject. Last nights details would have to wait until they had some time away from beau. She knew Beau had feeling towards her that was more than friendship. But as neither Beau nor herself would outwardly admit it in the vicinity of each other, a possible romance had never blossomed.

Published in: on October 13, 2008 at 2:24 pm  Leave a Comment  
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The Oakman.

Oaken are the most widespread tree fairies in England; sometimes they are merged with oak trees, and sometimes the appear as forest dwarfs who offer tempting food to passing mortals, which will turn out to be poisonous fungi disguised by fairy glamour. They inhabit copse, it invariability indicates the presence of oaken, and mortals should be warned to avoid the area.

Oaken become extremely angry and dangerous if their tree is cut down. It was said the when an oak is felled, it gives out shrieks and groans that can be heard a mile away.

Oaken also guard all the forest animals and punish those who harm them, such as foxhunters. However, they also possess beneficial, magic; the rain that gathers in their oak hollows has powerful, magical healing qualities.

The oak tree has manifold associations with fairies. The majority of fairies are found in woods and forests, particularly oak groves. Elves and fairies are often said to dwell within the hollow trunks of oaks. A New Forest rhyme advises to “turn your cloaks for fairy folks are in old oaks”. The concept of tree spirits is ancient and very widespread. In Greek myth, dryads and hamadryads are the spirits of the trees themselves.

The oak is a tree that is perhaps more honored in lore than any other. The Roman writer Pliny recognized that the Greek drus, meaning “oak” or “oak spirit,” Is related to the Celtic word druid. Some authors suggest that the second syllable may be related to the Indo-European wid, meaning “know,” and the derived meaning would be “oak knowledge.” It has been proposed that bard in Welsh is bardd. The Celts carved the grove of oaks. On the island of Anglesey there are still traces of the ancient groves of the druids. An oak coppice or grove near Loch Saint on the Isle of Skye was so sacred that no one would enter it, even into the nineteenth century. Oaks were often designated local meeting places, a practice that goes back to druidic times but persisted well into the recent past, with Gospel Oaks being popular location for itinerant Christian preachers.

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Morgan Le Fay

Morgan le Fay was the sister of King Arthur. In his stories, Thomas Mallory made her the wife of Urien and the mother of Yvain. She was a rather tempestuous, malefic woman who tried to murder both her husband and King Arthur, and who had a number of lovers. She learned the magical arts from Merlin and used this knowledge to trick Arthur into sleeping with her. From this union she bore Mordred, the son who brought discord to Camelot and died inflicting a fatal wound on his father.
But these tales are of a late date. Earlier tradition makes her the ruler of the island of Avalon. Some associate Avalon with modern-day Glastonbury in England. Its name is derived from the Welsh afall, meaning ‘apple”, since the island is covered in apple orchards. It is also sometimes called the Fortunate Isle and may be compared with the Irish Tir Nan Og.

Avalon is inhabited by nine sisters, of which Morgan is the most beautiful and most powerful. As king Arthur lay dying after the battle of Camlann, Morgan appeared with a ship of women and carried Arthur to the island of Avalon. There he still lies with his knights under a fairy hill until Britain shall need him again. The island exited in legend long before the familiar Arthurian tales. In early Celtic legend, it could only be reached on a boat guided by the sea god Barinthus, and was a place fit only for the bravest and best.

Morgan was a goddess of the druids, perhaps related to Modron or Matrona, the Welsh divine mother goddess. She has aspects of maiden, mother, and crone. She is certainly related to the Lady of the Lake and to the fairy rulers of enchanted islands. Her name may be derived from the Welsh môr, “sea”, and gân, “a birth,” i.e., “born of the sea.” Again, the name may arise from the Welsh Mor Gwyn, meaning “white lady.”

Published in: on October 10, 2008 at 6:55 pm  Comments (1)  
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Eaving Stones: Chapter 2 – Part B.

Reluctantly, Quinn managed to tear herself away from the window and made her way down the stairs. The next tower held the great dinning hall was the Acolytes would gather for lunch, and although she had eaten more than her fill the night before, found herself starving.

Perhaps it was all the magics that from the night before, she thought. It’s been a while since I’ve done that much magic all at once. I guess I should be grateful I haven’t magic sickness with all that I did.

With that, Quinn continued in the direction of the dining hall. She had first intended to stop by and collect her friends Beau and Bella. But the rumbling in her stomach told her that breaking her fast was much more important.

Quinn descended the staircase, as she had done numerous times before. The towers looked to have been active for hours. The delightful smells of roast meat cooking along side freshly harvested vegetables, wafted towards her.

As always, the foyer at the foyer at the base of the stairs was filled with freshly cut flowers. Magnificent Iris blooms, Roses, violets, flowers of many kinds and colors. She adored the fresh cuttings, and wondered how they would look still growing in the earth. The wind making them dance  as they open and close as the day passes. The sounds of talking and laughing echoed from not far in the distance. She wasn’t too far from the dining hall, and what most likely were students gathering for the lunch time meal.

Yawning again, stretching her arms widely. Allowing one finger to pluck as Iris from its resting place as she passed by.

Bella and Beau had been woken early also, and surprised Quinn by already being seated at their  usual dinning table. All three were had been out late and the signs were now showing.

Published in: on October 6, 2008 at 8:15 pm  Comments (1)  
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Feelings of hurt

I feel as though my heart is going to explode. I feel the pain of loss and the shadows are creeping in fast. Why dies it keep haunting me? Making the ache in my heart awaken? What have I done to deserve this?
By this, I mean the nitemares, and the pain of memories dredged up from my past.
Why can’t I just have 1 decent notes sleep? Is that really too much to ask?

Published in: on October 2, 2008 at 11:20 am  Leave a Comment  
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