Ein Tag jagt den anderen, und bald vergeht ein Monat - Monat auf Monat füllen ein Jahr, bringen dem Land Erneuerung und Veränderung. Doch eine Gestalt steht regungslos im Wind der Zeit, scheinbar unangetastet, scheinbar unverändert.
Morgaine Le Fay sitzt auf einem Felsen, blickt in die Ferne - der Mond zieht seine Bahnen am Firmament.
Einst umgab ein stolzer Wald diesen Felsen. Einst nisteten hier Vögel und Käfer krochen durchs Laub vergangener Winter. Nichts war davon übrig geblieben, nur die Erinnerung an einen bestimmten Duft, einen Balzruf eines Singvogels, ein Bild mit saftigem Grün und wunderschönen Lichtspielen im Geäst uralter Bäume.
Es war nicht schwer sich an diese Dinge zu erinnern, doch hatten sie keine Bedeutung mehr. Viel entscheidender war, daß eine andere Art von Veränderung passiert war. Ganz heimlich hatte sie sich in Morgaine's Verstand und Herz, ihrem Wesen, einen Weg gebahnt und ist dort gereift.
Veränderungen - verheißungsvoll, lockend oder auch ängstigend, willkommen oder auch nicht...
Veränderungen zählen nicht zu ihren Stärken, und sie hat sich schon viele Male eingestehen müssen, daß sie keine Vorliebe für solche hat.
Morgaine Le Fay sitzt auf einem Felsen, blickt in die Ferne - der Mond zieht seine Bahnen am Firmament.
Einst folgte sie zwei Pfaden - pflichtbewußt - einer Heilerin ziemend. Einst waren Elara und Cherga ihre getreuen Weggefährten. Einst rief sie beide an, wenn sie ihren Stab gen Himmel hob und um die Heilung eines geschundenen Körpers bat, oder eine verlorene Seele zurück in dessen Körper holte.
Viele Male hatte sie sich aus dem öffentlichen Leben für Monate zurückgezogen und sich dem Dienst an den Göttinnen verschrieben. Bis zur Erschöpfung betete sie, reinigte den Tempel, heilte sie Kranke, opferte sie den Göttinnen, um ihnen zu gefallen.
Morgaine Le Fay sitzt auf einem Felsen, blickt in die Ferne - der Mond zieht seine Bahnen am Firmament.
Einst ist nicht mehr, und aus zwei Pfaden ist einer geworden. Still und heimlich wurde ein Pfad immer deutlicher, während der andere mehr und mehr in Vergessenheit geriet. Doch das alles hatte keine Bedeutung mehr.
Der Wind scheint einen Namen zu flüstern, undeutlich und schwach...
Mahaud verlässt ihren Platz am Felsen, ihr Blick gen Stadt gerichtet - der Mond zieht seine Bahnen am Firmament.
eine verheissungsvolle Veränderung/a promising change
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eine verheissungsvolle Veränderung/a promising change
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Morgaine Le Fay
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One day rushes by after the other, soon a month has passed - month after month fill the circle of a year, renewing the lands on the wings of change. One person stands still in the wheel of time, seemingly untouched, seemingly unchanged.
Morgaine Le Fay is seated on a rock, gazing into the far distance - and the moon circles the heavens.
Once a beautiful forest did surround this rock. Once birds nested in the trees and bugs were crawling through leaves, fallen onto the ground in past winters. Nothing of it did remain now, only memories of a certain scent, the call of a bird, a picture of rich green in shimmering beams of light that would make their way through the branches of ancient trees.
It was not hard to call such pictures into memory, but they were meaningless now. Some other change was of more significance. Some secretive change, that had made its way into Morgaine's mind and heart, her very being, and stayed there to ripen.
Changes... promising, tempting or frightening, welcome or not...
Changes had never been in her interest, in fact, she was quite displeased at the very thought of an upcoming change.
Morgaine Le Fay is seated on a rock, gazing into the far distance - and the moon circles the heavens.
Once she was following two different paths - concientious - befitting a healer. Once Elara and Cherga had been her dear companions. In the days past she would call upon both godesses, when she raised her staff to the heavens and asked for the healing of a maltreated body, or when she would call a wandering soul back into life.
Many times she had retreated from life in public and spent her days within a temple, honouring the goddesses.To the point of exhaustion she would pray, clean the temple, heal the ill, offer sacrifices.
Morgaine Le Fay is seated on a rock, gazing into the far distance - and the moon circles the heavens.
The days of old will not return and from following the paths of the goddesses only one path has remained in the test of time. Secretly one path has become stronger and clearer while the other has shifted into oblivion. But this is meaningless now.
The wind seems to whisper a name, vague and weak...
Mahaud is leaving this site, looking into the direction of town - and the moon circles the heavens.
Morgaine Le Fay is seated on a rock, gazing into the far distance - and the moon circles the heavens.
Once a beautiful forest did surround this rock. Once birds nested in the trees and bugs were crawling through leaves, fallen onto the ground in past winters. Nothing of it did remain now, only memories of a certain scent, the call of a bird, a picture of rich green in shimmering beams of light that would make their way through the branches of ancient trees.
It was not hard to call such pictures into memory, but they were meaningless now. Some other change was of more significance. Some secretive change, that had made its way into Morgaine's mind and heart, her very being, and stayed there to ripen.
Changes... promising, tempting or frightening, welcome or not...
Changes had never been in her interest, in fact, she was quite displeased at the very thought of an upcoming change.
Morgaine Le Fay is seated on a rock, gazing into the far distance - and the moon circles the heavens.
Once she was following two different paths - concientious - befitting a healer. Once Elara and Cherga had been her dear companions. In the days past she would call upon both godesses, when she raised her staff to the heavens and asked for the healing of a maltreated body, or when she would call a wandering soul back into life.
Many times she had retreated from life in public and spent her days within a temple, honouring the goddesses.To the point of exhaustion she would pray, clean the temple, heal the ill, offer sacrifices.
Morgaine Le Fay is seated on a rock, gazing into the far distance - and the moon circles the heavens.
The days of old will not return and from following the paths of the goddesses only one path has remained in the test of time. Secretly one path has become stronger and clearer while the other has shifted into oblivion. But this is meaningless now.
The wind seems to whisper a name, vague and weak...
Mahaud is leaving this site, looking into the direction of town - and the moon circles the heavens.
It was late in the evening, when Mahaud had met Ereaer Eldermoore. Silence was now ruling the streets of Troll's Bane and she was quite happy to meet a fellow elf. A litte conversation would do her good, after all, when did a conversation ever do harm to anyone?
They wandered to the tavern's roof and made themselves comfortable and soon they were chattering away. T'was a good laugh and Mahaud enjoyed his company. Time flew by in an instant and soon she found herself alone atop the tavern.
The past had come upon her and for a little while she could not resist to cry. It has been now around 24 years, that she had set foot on this island and many things have happened since then.
She felt uneasy and soon she found herself in the forest, sitting on that rock again. Memories were now coming to her mind. Memories she had so securely locked away, that she had almost forgotten what she had lived through, but now they were all coming back to her.
In her early days, she remembered with a smile in her face, she met Darkend Blade, an orc of the Bloodskull clan. In those days she was not much of a mage, a poor apprentice that could hardly speak mes pen and tah sav. She remembered that she was so frustrated about that fact, that she had taken to learn to fight with sword and shield, instead of continuing her studies.
Darkend Blade taught her to defend herself and soon he introduced her to Gurok, the leader of his clan. Many times they would take her with them when they were hunting. First, she felt uneasy to be in their company. After all, could anyone trust an orc? But Darkend Blade turned out to be tender and he had a sense for humour she really loved.
The times back then were rough. There were many killings on the streets and it was only a matter of time before some shady fellow would materialize infront of oneself and threaten to kill. In those days you were actually lucky, if one would threaten before actually drawing his weapon and rush forward to bring swift death.
Darkend Blade saved her from many deaths, drawing his beheader with a black look in this face. He could be very violent and did not hesitate to behead his foe.
She remembered that there were elves and humans that refused to talk to her, because she was abnormal in their eyes. But they did not understand! This orc, she had begun to love, was so very different, so caring, humorous and tender. And then came the day when Darkend Blade would approach her and ask her to marry him. She could say nothing but "Yes".
The day of the wedding came and an old shaman orc did hold the ceremonies. She could not remember his name anymore and not much of the wedding, except that many people were present, that the whole wedding was organized in almost no time. Darkend Blade had a talent to organize things, he was gifted in many ways. One thing she remembered well during the ceremonies. The shaman had casted flames, which had some symbolic meaning of cleansing the married and if they would pass the test of fire they should be a married couple. It was then that they were asked to step into the flames and they did, but in the same instant the flames were put out, as if by the gods themselves.
This had never occured before and the shaman was very satisfied that the gods had approved this marriage within the blink of an eye. Yes, they had been ment for each other.
One year after Gurik Elvenstar was born, who was named after Gurok, the leader of the Bloodskulls. And after Gurik came another daughter and a son, but as hard as Mahaud tried to remember their names now, they were lost now in the past. She was now again crying silently to herself.
Back then they had started to work hard. Both of them, to earn enough money to build a little house in the south of the island. They dreamt of a home for themselves and their children. Many times she would accompany Darkend Blade into the caves in the north, assisting him to fight demons and worms. Good money could be earned and it was good practice for her offensive and also defensive magic.
Sometimes she would venture there all on her own, or she would accompany a group of adventurers that tried their luck in that dangerous cave. One day, while she was there on her own she met Drizzt Do Urden, who was a very honourable drow, unlike most of what she had heard from drow before. Soon they became good friends and Drizzt would help them collecting money for their little home.
She wipes the tears from her eyes and a little smile appears on her face. "Drizzt, where are you hiding these days?". Ah, there are so many good memories she shares with him.
Years flew by and Syphilis, later he was known as Ian McRussel, knocked on her door, asking if she would help him establish a mages guild. By the time she was following Elara, the godess of Wisdom and Cherga, the godess of the Otherworld and her studies in magic art have very much improved. From both she gained the strength to heal and to revive, which was a necessity in those days. The vile citizen were always slaughtering people in the streets and there was almost no time for her to sit by a fire and talk with people.
She did not hesitate and assured Syphilis that she would help him the best she could. After all, many mislead magicians were on Troll's Bane's streets, setting afire every building and killing for money. This had to change.
Looking back now, she did not know, if they ever succeeded in their teachings. After all it did not matter. The town is at relative peace now and mages are seldom seen using their art of magic. There is Lyrenzia, that restricts the use of magic within townwalls, for the good and better of all people. And there are yet other circumstances that have led to the results of change within the community in Troll's Bane.
Many a time she had to oblige to the duties that were laid upon her and twice in her lifetime these obligations have led to fatal changes in her life.
The worst of all was the death of her husband Darkend Blade, or Belrog Crushe as he was called at that time. He had fallen in some state of frenzie that had been provoked by some shaman potion and the result of it was, that the townspeople have killed him. Niniane, had done that work and she was very sorry for it. What was there for her to do, but to mourn her husbands death, but yet to understand Niniane's motives? She was no foe, in fact, she was a good friend.
A long time of silence came upon her. She was so much in distress, that she barely took notice of her children. Gurik tried to stay at his mother's side the best he could, but in the end it was her fault that he left. He became member of the Bloodskulls and after doing so, she had seen him perhaps twice or three times. He was in good hands. The Bloodskulls, Veralion, their new leader, would take care of him. That is what he promised to do.
Her heart was broken and yet she remained attentive, polite and joyous toward everybody that wished to seek her out. Be it to be in good company or in search for help or advice. In this period Dyluck would approach her and ask her, if she was interested in becoming a teacher at the Magic Academy. In hope to get her mind distracted from her loss and to have a life task, she greatfully accepted. Meanwhile she had chosen to live in Kalypse?s Elven Community and there it was that she met Elaralith. The two of them dedicated their studies to Elara, although she never let go of Cherga in the belief, it was necessary to approach both goddesses to become a successful healer and reviver.
All the money she had saved in the years before, she gave to Kalypse for building a place for the elves and to Elaralith for building a temple for the goddess Elara.
With doing so, she believed she could pay off the memories of her beforelife with Darkend Blade. After all, it was both their money they once had saved to build a home for themselves and their children. She was glad, she did not have it anymore and believed that the money would serve a higher cause.
"Mahaud, stop it! Morgaine Le Fay is no more... Mahaud, I have other plans for you..." a whispering voice was forcefully advising her.
As if instantly turned to cold blood, Mahaud stopped to wheep. The voice was right. There was nothing to be searched in the past.
Mahaud was shivering from the cold that was creeping up her legs. Was it because because of the voice, or because of the fresh air? She must have been sitting on that cold rock for ages. It was about time to return to Troll?s Bane again.
It was then, that she realized that she still wore the blue garments of Morgaine Le Fay and an inner voice spoke to her that it was about time to change into black, the garments of a Priestess of Cherga.
((da diese Geschichte relativ lang geworden ist, behalte ich es mir vor, sie nicht ins deutsche zu übersetzen. ich bitte um verständnis.))
They wandered to the tavern's roof and made themselves comfortable and soon they were chattering away. T'was a good laugh and Mahaud enjoyed his company. Time flew by in an instant and soon she found herself alone atop the tavern.
The past had come upon her and for a little while she could not resist to cry. It has been now around 24 years, that she had set foot on this island and many things have happened since then.
She felt uneasy and soon she found herself in the forest, sitting on that rock again. Memories were now coming to her mind. Memories she had so securely locked away, that she had almost forgotten what she had lived through, but now they were all coming back to her.
In her early days, she remembered with a smile in her face, she met Darkend Blade, an orc of the Bloodskull clan. In those days she was not much of a mage, a poor apprentice that could hardly speak mes pen and tah sav. She remembered that she was so frustrated about that fact, that she had taken to learn to fight with sword and shield, instead of continuing her studies.
Darkend Blade taught her to defend herself and soon he introduced her to Gurok, the leader of his clan. Many times they would take her with them when they were hunting. First, she felt uneasy to be in their company. After all, could anyone trust an orc? But Darkend Blade turned out to be tender and he had a sense for humour she really loved.
The times back then were rough. There were many killings on the streets and it was only a matter of time before some shady fellow would materialize infront of oneself and threaten to kill. In those days you were actually lucky, if one would threaten before actually drawing his weapon and rush forward to bring swift death.
Darkend Blade saved her from many deaths, drawing his beheader with a black look in this face. He could be very violent and did not hesitate to behead his foe.
She remembered that there were elves and humans that refused to talk to her, because she was abnormal in their eyes. But they did not understand! This orc, she had begun to love, was so very different, so caring, humorous and tender. And then came the day when Darkend Blade would approach her and ask her to marry him. She could say nothing but "Yes".
The day of the wedding came and an old shaman orc did hold the ceremonies. She could not remember his name anymore and not much of the wedding, except that many people were present, that the whole wedding was organized in almost no time. Darkend Blade had a talent to organize things, he was gifted in many ways. One thing she remembered well during the ceremonies. The shaman had casted flames, which had some symbolic meaning of cleansing the married and if they would pass the test of fire they should be a married couple. It was then that they were asked to step into the flames and they did, but in the same instant the flames were put out, as if by the gods themselves.
This had never occured before and the shaman was very satisfied that the gods had approved this marriage within the blink of an eye. Yes, they had been ment for each other.
One year after Gurik Elvenstar was born, who was named after Gurok, the leader of the Bloodskulls. And after Gurik came another daughter and a son, but as hard as Mahaud tried to remember their names now, they were lost now in the past. She was now again crying silently to herself.
Back then they had started to work hard. Both of them, to earn enough money to build a little house in the south of the island. They dreamt of a home for themselves and their children. Many times she would accompany Darkend Blade into the caves in the north, assisting him to fight demons and worms. Good money could be earned and it was good practice for her offensive and also defensive magic.
Sometimes she would venture there all on her own, or she would accompany a group of adventurers that tried their luck in that dangerous cave. One day, while she was there on her own she met Drizzt Do Urden, who was a very honourable drow, unlike most of what she had heard from drow before. Soon they became good friends and Drizzt would help them collecting money for their little home.
She wipes the tears from her eyes and a little smile appears on her face. "Drizzt, where are you hiding these days?". Ah, there are so many good memories she shares with him.
Years flew by and Syphilis, later he was known as Ian McRussel, knocked on her door, asking if she would help him establish a mages guild. By the time she was following Elara, the godess of Wisdom and Cherga, the godess of the Otherworld and her studies in magic art have very much improved. From both she gained the strength to heal and to revive, which was a necessity in those days. The vile citizen were always slaughtering people in the streets and there was almost no time for her to sit by a fire and talk with people.
She did not hesitate and assured Syphilis that she would help him the best she could. After all, many mislead magicians were on Troll's Bane's streets, setting afire every building and killing for money. This had to change.
Looking back now, she did not know, if they ever succeeded in their teachings. After all it did not matter. The town is at relative peace now and mages are seldom seen using their art of magic. There is Lyrenzia, that restricts the use of magic within townwalls, for the good and better of all people. And there are yet other circumstances that have led to the results of change within the community in Troll's Bane.
Many a time she had to oblige to the duties that were laid upon her and twice in her lifetime these obligations have led to fatal changes in her life.
The worst of all was the death of her husband Darkend Blade, or Belrog Crushe as he was called at that time. He had fallen in some state of frenzie that had been provoked by some shaman potion and the result of it was, that the townspeople have killed him. Niniane, had done that work and she was very sorry for it. What was there for her to do, but to mourn her husbands death, but yet to understand Niniane's motives? She was no foe, in fact, she was a good friend.
A long time of silence came upon her. She was so much in distress, that she barely took notice of her children. Gurik tried to stay at his mother's side the best he could, but in the end it was her fault that he left. He became member of the Bloodskulls and after doing so, she had seen him perhaps twice or three times. He was in good hands. The Bloodskulls, Veralion, their new leader, would take care of him. That is what he promised to do.
Her heart was broken and yet she remained attentive, polite and joyous toward everybody that wished to seek her out. Be it to be in good company or in search for help or advice. In this period Dyluck would approach her and ask her, if she was interested in becoming a teacher at the Magic Academy. In hope to get her mind distracted from her loss and to have a life task, she greatfully accepted. Meanwhile she had chosen to live in Kalypse?s Elven Community and there it was that she met Elaralith. The two of them dedicated their studies to Elara, although she never let go of Cherga in the belief, it was necessary to approach both goddesses to become a successful healer and reviver.
All the money she had saved in the years before, she gave to Kalypse for building a place for the elves and to Elaralith for building a temple for the goddess Elara.
With doing so, she believed she could pay off the memories of her beforelife with Darkend Blade. After all, it was both their money they once had saved to build a home for themselves and their children. She was glad, she did not have it anymore and believed that the money would serve a higher cause.
"Mahaud, stop it! Morgaine Le Fay is no more... Mahaud, I have other plans for you..." a whispering voice was forcefully advising her.
As if instantly turned to cold blood, Mahaud stopped to wheep. The voice was right. There was nothing to be searched in the past.
Mahaud was shivering from the cold that was creeping up her legs. Was it because because of the voice, or because of the fresh air? She must have been sitting on that cold rock for ages. It was about time to return to Troll?s Bane again.
It was then, that she realized that she still wore the blue garments of Morgaine Le Fay and an inner voice spoke to her that it was about time to change into black, the garments of a Priestess of Cherga.
((da diese Geschichte relativ lang geworden ist, behalte ich es mir vor, sie nicht ins deutsche zu übersetzen. ich bitte um verständnis.))
Many moons have passed since Mahaud had last entered the streets of Troll's Bane. She had not been comfortable to be there, among all the lively ongoings - something had distracted her from even thinking of the possibility to be there.
Instead she spent her time in the forests, more precisely, she spent her time on a huge rock, from which she could oversee most of the forest itself - always able to hide away, if somebody was getting too close.
Silence was her true companion and with the silence there were thoughts, that first had been loud and clear and over the time had turned into a weak whisper.
It was then, that an elf had been searching for her and she decided to let him find her. With him he brought a letter, a letter that was adressed to Morgaine Le Fay. Without any noticeable emotions she took it from him, politely offered him food and drink and a little conversation, as it was common among the elfkind. Later, when she had dismissed that elf, that for some reason had taken much efford in finding her, she opened the letter and read it. Adressed to Morgaine Le Fay from her son Gurik Elvenstar it was. For a moment she closed her eyes, in deep thought.
An emotional letter that would have made Morgaine Le Fay cry, but it was not the same with Mahaud. Feelings meant nothing to her, but she felt obliged to write an answer and while she did so the full force of what had occured to her, since she had come to live by the rock, struck Mahaud's mind.
Cherga had done a masterpiece of work, which could also be interpreted as being ironical as well. "Morgaine Le Fay is no more", came to her mind, but why? What has happened?
Morgaine Le Fay had worshipped and done service to Elara and Cherga alike in whole of her existance. She was healing the wounded and was reviving the ones that were already knocking on the door of the Otherworld. Perhaps she had done too good a job as Master Reviver and Healer.
When she was married to Belrog Crushe she knew the day would come that Belrog would die and she also knew that she would die, too, when that day occured. Elves, when they give away their heart in love, die with the loved one of a broken heart, as is common knowledge. It was not so with her. She did not die but lived with her heart bleeding, with her heart dying and her suffering. Her son was, in those times, a big relief - that was true - but it was not enough. Mahaud never knew what was happening to her then, but now it was all too obvious.
Cherga had kept her alive, a promise she gives to her followers. Cruel and yet those that long for eternal life crave for that sort of immortality - immortality at any cost. It was never Morgaine Le Fay's intention to live longer than it was intended for her to be, after all she was an elf and had all the time mortals were craving for.
Cherga had kept her promise. Wisely, perhaps sly, she let Morgaine Le Fay's heart bleed to death from sorrow, as it was intended to be by nature.
During that process Morgaine Le Fay did not forsee what was going to happen. She kept to her life, helping others, caring for her son on the best abilities that she could offer, doing service in the name of Elara and Cherga alike.
The day her heart gave way to its last beat Cherga snatched it from Morgaine Le Fay's body, leaving her cold mark in Morgaine's chest, granting her life eternal - be it a blessing - be it a curse.
After an exchange of letters with Gurik Elvenstar, Belrog Crushe's and Morgaine Le Fay's son, Mahaud found herself in the middle of town, explaining herself to Gurik, an orc that was not willing to understand what had occured.
Mahaud, a weak resemblance of Morgaine Le Fay, an empty shell, ripped off its emotions - servant of Cherga, bound to live into eternity.
They both share the same body, the same past and the same memories.
The transformation had ended - Cherga had kept her promise.