Brianna sat with her wavy black hair and piercing hazel eyes, on the rock cliff
overlooking the stormy ocean. Brianna with her heart of sorrow, her name meaning
raven. Dressed in a white robe, she looked like a trailing wisp of ocean mist.
This was, what Aidian thought. He was well-built, with flaming Irish hair and sky
blue eyes, he fit well with the other scared people who gave up to easy.
This was what Brianna thought.
Still somehow they were the best of friends with undertones of conventional love.
How could it ever work though? Aidian truly hoped that somehow he could talk her into
backing down into the rightful position of a woman.
As it was though, she said she would rather die. They both knew this was true,
and a possibility.
He walked up to her and sat down, hanging his legs over the edge of the cliff.
“I wish I was the ocean,” Brianna said, never losing sight of the waves.
Aidian didn’t have time for such things anymore so he got right to the point.
“Brianna, please come to mass with me tomorrow. People are getting too
interested in you’re comings and goings”.
“Tomorrow is Samhain, you know that and so does everyone else. I will be
celebrating, by myself”.
“The devil should not be celebrated Brianna”.
“I know of no devil, I celebrate fire and the coming of winter,” Brianna said
finally taking her eyes off the water.
“When are you going to stop playing games Bri? You can’t go on much longer
unnoticed”.
“I don’t want to be unnoticed. I am a druidess, I was trained and I became. I am
not weak like you!” Her eyes sparked and she stood up.
Aidian stood up also. He grabbed her hand. It was so warm despite the cold
autumn air. He looked at her face and saw her blue glow. He snapped his eyes shut to
make it go away, it scared him too much.
“Please marry me Bri.” desperation filled his voice.
“Oh of course I will. I will sit in the house you built, wash and mend your clothes,
cook your food, and bear your children. How dare you ask that of me? Brianna could
not stand the idea of losing her own independent identity and fall to that. Never.
“I love you,” Aidian said.
“If you truly did, you would not ask that of me,” she whispered. “I have to get
prepared for tomorrow. Goodbye”. Lightening flashed and he saw her walking home.
She wasn’t at mass, he expected that. He went to her house that evening to tell
her that she was the topic of discussion once again. Brianna was the only person in the
village who still refused to go to church. The conquering Romans demanded it. He
knocked on the door hoping she was done with whatever rituals Samhain involved. He
couldn’t remember much that druidism dealt with anymore.
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very good. is there more??
oh woops i didn’t notice that some was missing
Here is the rest:
She didn’t answer so he waited a while and then went in. Three candles sat burning on a
shelf. There was a note beside them. “Aidian,” it read, “I am the ocean. You knew, I’m
sure that I would let no man take my life. Love everlasting, Brianna”
He dropped the letter and ran to the water. He cursed at the sun for setting when
he searched for her.
Then he saw the blue glow that he recognized her by. He didn’t blink it away this
time.
She was lying on her side, and oak branch in her hand. Her blue life-energy
flowing out of her, into the ocean.
Tears streamed down his face as he felt her cold hands when he picked her up.
He carried her to his boat, lied her down and left. When he returned to the boat he
carried another oak branch and flaming embers.
He sat the embers down and the boat slowly caught fire. He laid down beside her
and pulled out his knife.
“Goddess receive us,” were his last words.
The boat burned, and their charred bodies fell to the bottom of the ocean. They
were the ocean, they had finally become.
excellent ending!!
thanks
WOW that was awsome. Few stories portray what Pagans had to go through back then like this one did. Very good writing.
**Twisted-Evil**
thank ya much, you must be goin back pretty far i posted this a long time thanks for commenting