Post by Micaela Amaya on May 3, 2013 8:14:28 GMT -5
In the cave of the Ancients. In the cave of Wind and Light a fire burns. Women cloaked in black chant and pray over the body of their most revered elder. Micaela Anaya who is know among the People as “Boldila Mordori” “Most Venerated One.” lies dying. She is old. Older than the histories of her time. Older still than the world can remember. Her breathing is ragged but her mind is clear. She is open to the Great Journey that lies ahead.
One of the mourners in black sits by her side. She leans closer and whispers.
“Mother. Your time is near. Have you anything you wish to say to us?”
Micaela Anaya opens her eyes and smiles. Her voice is ragged. A mere whisper but clear enough to be understood.
“I leave without an heir. I leave without a successor and for this I am sorry. Our chosen daughter has been wronged by our decision. I ask that the council of elders remove from her the judgment of banishment. Return to her the powers of her birth. The blood of the People. This is my final act. My final judgment. Send word that she may know of this and that she may know I bear her no harm. May my spirit ride free upon the waves of time. May we all meet again in the fullness of our age.”
As the fires burned low…so too did Micaela Anaya’s strength. In the hours before sunset. When the Veil is thinnest. When the Spirit Bridge is open. Micaela Anaya passed from this world and took her place in the Halls of the Elders. The Gypsy nation would morn her passing for seven days. Then a new Boldila Mordori would be named. A swift messenger was sent to the last know location of the woman known among the People as; Aingeal.
One of the mourners in black sits by her side. She leans closer and whispers.
“Mother. Your time is near. Have you anything you wish to say to us?”
Micaela Anaya opens her eyes and smiles. Her voice is ragged. A mere whisper but clear enough to be understood.
“I leave without an heir. I leave without a successor and for this I am sorry. Our chosen daughter has been wronged by our decision. I ask that the council of elders remove from her the judgment of banishment. Return to her the powers of her birth. The blood of the People. This is my final act. My final judgment. Send word that she may know of this and that she may know I bear her no harm. May my spirit ride free upon the waves of time. May we all meet again in the fullness of our age.”
As the fires burned low…so too did Micaela Anaya’s strength. In the hours before sunset. When the Veil is thinnest. When the Spirit Bridge is open. Micaela Anaya passed from this world and took her place in the Halls of the Elders. The Gypsy nation would morn her passing for seven days. Then a new Boldila Mordori would be named. A swift messenger was sent to the last know location of the woman known among the People as; Aingeal.