Sybil

It was said I was born of quenched love, almost vanquished by a storm along the Red Sea in a din of gray November. Wandering around dunes, a Maiden kind housed me comfortably-- O she, laughing among lilies in the quiet and wild current; nourishing my psyche with keen sensibilities. Time passed between rain and light, as I crossed Earth and Heaven with a sacred power of a growing woman that clutched the mystery of unknown incidences… And when bells of a day's time have played out, visions sailed in my mind-- that our King drew counsel from my foresight warmed by an esoteric fire that burned, speaking of prophecies and omens vouched– this higher instinct streaming from ‘ Maiden Mother’ who opened a celestial gateway that betook me. So the tale of a Priestess newly arisen where legend's moments fell on a gliding leaf; a story half told of my telepathic gift of mortal beings honoring me, ‘Sybil, Sybil’: yet, though revered as a sage, my own destiny was not mine to hold. Not even where I truly came from. Create A Character Contest 7/7/2017

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