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Blurb
Return to the world where Midra and Midran rule. The god and goddess have two faces. Midra is Mistress of the Moon and also Mistress of the Dark Moon. Midran is Lord of lLght and Lord of shadows.
In Incal, the priests of Midran have formed three branches. The Voice of Midran in Incal rules over the mall. In the archived he has read of a tale predicting Three will come to return Midra to the rulership. He sends his acknowledged son to find the three and bring them to him.
Many years ago triplet girls were born in a remote mountain town. When they were five, their dying mother sent them to be fostered by three different women. Though they had wed to find each other, their developing talents caused them to forget until twenty ears later each one of them felt the need to find her sisters.
Would the Voice of Midran in Incal learn where they were?
Excerpt:
Coya dreamed
of days long past. Once again she saw herself as a child of five playing with
her sisters. On the day of the summer solstice they had been born and had
thrived. Three daughters in a single voice had been deemed a miracle. Her
dreams slid to the day they had been sent away to different places. Their
Mother ailed and grew weaker everyday. The dream fragmented. She was alone,
taken from her sisters by a strange woman to a series of caves. They stood at
the entrance of a dark hole in a granite cliff.
“This is your
new home. Here you will learn how to fight. You will learn the sword and knife
and ways to use your arms and legs against the enemy. Perhaps you will be the
one to aid Midra, Mistress of the Moon to her proper place in Incal.”
Those words
had ended her childhood. From that day she had learned not only physical skills
but reading, writing and numbers. She had also been taught about honor and
justice.
Her body
moved toward wakening. She fought to return to the days when she’d been one of
three. For so long memories of her sisters and lain dormant. Why did she
remember them now? Was this a portent of the future?
“Coya, wake.”
The voice
sounded unfamiliar. She shook her head. Why must she wake? Yearning for those
forgotten days drew her like a cord to remain with happy times. Twenty years
had passed since she had been with her sisters. Her eyes fluttered open. The
snores and breath sounds of the sleepers in the room lulled her. They slept.
She wanted to join them and return to her dream memories.
“Coya, Wake.”
The voice
sounded loud and drove sleep away. She slid from beneath the covers. Her feet
hit the cold stones of the cave floor. She gasped at the shock.
“Come,” the
voice urged. “The time has come. The moon rises full.”
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5 comments:
Oh, I like this! Mysterious but somehow not threatening.
I love the fact that your warrior is a woman.
What a way to leave us hanging at the end!
The moon rises full - is that a good thing or a bad thing? great scene.
Interesting excerpt! Wow, what is going to happen next. Is the full moon good or bad? Where is she? Thanks for sharing!
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