Mists Essays
Here is a brand new section of the Mists site- essays about or related to the book. Feel free to submit imaginative, expository, etc. essays. (Don't make them too long, kay? use your judgment.) Also, I'll be accepting poems as well, to add to the poems section. Email them to me at [email protected]. The format will probably evolve as I get more selections.
~The Ravenbard~ BY [email protected]
The rain, there always seemed to be rain during these winter months. The ground soaked in the water
and the entire country was a great mess of bogs and lakes. And she had to be out in this mess, scurrying
about like some forsaken messenger. Ever since Morgaine had gone gallivanting off to Arthur's court,
she'd lived like this, servant to Viviane's every wish and whim. Of course, Morgaine was off at court, most likely sitting warm by the fire this very evening, this should be her work. Her sudden disappearance was enough to make the entirety of Avalon tense with curiosity, or was that dread. It was unheard of, of course, for the future lady of the lake to forsake her position and disappear from the island. And she
was stuck in this misery of rain, hours from the lake and only moments from nightfall. She of course would never complain, she was a priestess and it was her duty to serve the lady of the lake. But the rain was enough to drive one mad, and treacherous thoughts contented her idle mind. "Morgaine...I would beg the Goddess for justice.. how is it that you sit warm in a royal court and I travel the rain-sodden road like
some peasant...If I had but the liberty to!" In surprise, she jolted her horse to a stop. It was forbidden to wish such vengeance on another person. Had she just fallen to such jealousy? Jealousy of one priestess-trained who must live among a pious Christian court? The foolishness of it all. Goddess forbid her thoughts should ever stray to such foolery again. Let Morgaine dwell among Arthur's Christian herd, justice will be served. All in proper timing.