Let me take you on a magic carpet ride across the sea's to a land of enchanted nights and dreams of romance. Let me whisper into your ear the tales of the Arabian Nights as I was told as a young girl. Stories that filled my head and made me long for the days of old. Being a modern woman and delighted for a career of my own does not take away the enchantment of Thundering Horses, Desert Tents and Silk Pillows upon the ground. Sit with me in my tent of Dreams and Let me be your story teller.
Once upon a time, in a far away land lived an enchantress. One of golden hair and fair blue eyes. Fingers delicate and long with the tips painted ruby red to match her lips. Servants were waiting upon her as they had for as far back as she could remember. Tending to her every need. Gaming season was about to begin and the hunt was for the most part enjoyable if you wanted to think of it as sporting to hunt man. To hunt for food, or to hunt your enemy is one thing but to hunt for sport how barbaric she thought, yet the season of sport was upon her people and how would it look if she did not take part. Llywelyn laid back upon the satin pillows and let her hair fall into the ceramic bowl while heated water was bored over her to rinse the lavender soap off . Feeling the gentle hands of the girl that was washing her and preparing her for evening soothed her to a point of almost falling asleep. The care-giver or servant that was taking care of Llywelyn thought her the most beautiful woman in the land if not in the world. After all Llywelyn was the daughter of ISHTAR the multilayered Babylonian creator goddess. Llywelyn was like her mother she was given the blessing of being a giver. A giver of plenty, a lawgiver, a judge, the goddess of time as well as the goddess of both love and war. As her mother before her, her role as queen of heaven she was the planet as both morning and evening stars. She was the daughter of Tammuz, the god that sunk into the underworld until ISHTAR delivered him up again. Well the age of the gods were among us all and Llywelyn ranked as one of the most favorite of the people. It was told that her ear for tongue was so acute that she could speak all the languages in the universe. Reaching the age of 19 was just the beginning, soon her full powers would be bestowed upon her and there would be nothing that she could not accomplish. Rania gently toweled the wet hair of her queen and began to separate the long tresses with her fingers. The length of the hair almost touched the ground, the weight was so profound that it took both Rania's hands to wrap it up so as not to allow it to tangle.
(Where is a creator of beauty, behold before your eyes, where is a creature of comfort if not within your touch. Yea thou I kneel before thee I am but a fragile flower in your hands my lord. I am humble with what you have given me and I am grateful with what I am given. Do not harm me nor try to shield me from the storm. Let me stand on my own if not beside you.)
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A frown on her beautiful face told all that something was amiss. Llywelyn walked among the bodies looking at the faces. Faces that long took on an immune color. The act of killing man was not a sport any longer for there was not a man alive that could stand up to the Goddess' . Llywelyn of no exception as probably one of the most powerful and knowledgeable she took note of the fact. She entered the land of forbidden territory where the men had took refuge in hopes of fleeing the final destination of death at the hands of the huntress. Perhaps she would find one, just one that was still alive to give her hope that it was not all in vain. Even pleasure would be an emotion now, but no not a single soul was alive.
"Burn them" she ordered,
Burn them they did, the females rather than tire themselves with the sanitary means of destruction they set fire to the bodies and watched as the flames engulfed the skies. Watching for some kind of reconignition, from the queen they held off the ideal of putting the exhausted females back to work. Right there told you something. Llywelyn bowed her head and spoke a few words.
"Be it known that this hunt gathered us nothing but dead. If we are to survive we need a male that is strong enough to survive, captive is nothing without mortal strength" she uttered the hollow words in a automatic tone. Where had the males disappeared to? The ones that she had only heard stories of in bygone times. Her mothers times. The ones that evoked passion in the females soul. Llywelyn walking away from the group to her horse, in one quick swift bounce she was mounted upon her great stallion Hades. Silver White with Wings that sailed through the winds. A gentle command and they were off, above the chaos where only she could go. Feeling the gentle flow of wind whip through her hair she closed her eyes to dream. Dream of a male equal in strength, one that could cause her blood to heat up. Ahhhh but in reality such a man did not exist. Llywelyn knew if a male was to be found on this hunt or any other he would be for another of her people. Perhaps a female ready for breeding, perhaps a slave to cater to his owners desires, either way it would not be her male.
As stories go it was said years before men were destroyed for the pure pleasure of destruction by some of the goddesses. One such story was of SEDNA a beautiful woman who lived with her father. None of the local suitors appealed to her and she refused to marry until a fulmar (a type of bird) from across the sea promised to take her to his home of luxury. When she found she had been deceived and was ill-treated she begged her father to take her home. As the two were crossing the water, a flock of fulmars caused a huge storm to arise. To save his own life, Sedna's father threw her into the ocean. As she clung to the boat, he chopped off her fingers, which turned into whales, seals and all the mammals of the sea. Sedna descended to Adlivum (the bottom of the sea) where she now rules the dead. To get even with her father Sedna urged her off spring of the sea to destroy men and those who dare to think they can cross it. To ensure the safety of females of earth Llywelyn's mother Ishtar descends to visit Sedna, comb her hair, and massage her mutilated hands. So for Llywelyn Sedna is a reminder of the nourishing gifts that are to be found deep in the dark, cold places that we most fear. Yes that is only one of the demises of man. Now it is strictly a woman's domain and that is ruled by a few of the chosen goddesses. Daughters of the GODS of Mt. Olympus or in her case a direct descendent of Hera. Hera is an ancient goddess who, before she appeared as wife of Zeus in Greek mythology, was a powerful, matrilineal queen in her own right. The most powerful multifunctional goddess responsible for every aspect of existence, a symbol of the complete woman. Among the Greeks Hera was the goddess of marriage, a special goddess of woman who accompanies each woman through every moment of her life. Her various titles point to her roles as bringer of fertility, goddess of marriage, protector of children, of woman during child birth and of money, and wealth. She was symbolic of beauty, luxury and immortality. She reflects a strong image of the supremacy of the queen within. With this as heritage how was Llywelyn going to find a male that could hold a candle let alone a flame.
In the years that preceded Llywelyn decay and destruction ate at the earth from deep inside its core. Most of life was dependent on the resources of the hunt. Luxury was not of a common place. To have Luxury you must be born of Royal blood. At least Llywelyn thanked the gods for this minor birth right. Days would past until the next solace where the hunt would begin again. Llywelyn felt the urge to walk among the common people and to let her gift of a better tomorrow be felt. She promised that with the coming of a child of her body a new life would produce a new way of living. A freedom of savage behavior. Such things she grew bored of long ago and wished for green grass and abundant food upon the land. She had made it a law that the bodies of the dead be burned and destroyed now. Trying to clean up the air that was around them, the stench of death and decay. So why not on this day before the solace, why not go out among the people to assure them their quest is still in her heart. Hades so magnificent pranced out in the open. As evil was caste her way, Llywelyn cast her hands in the air whispering I am not afraid. I am the divine the almighty the gifted I am LLYWELYN daughter of HERA, I am the living God!
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