The Trickster’s Bride
Ghislaine looked up at the dark sky. Was it night? She sat up and looked around. Was this it? She tried to remember something important, but it kept slipping away. She looked down on her beautiful dress and it dawned on her. She was the sacrifice to the Trickster, she had tasted the blood of the Gods. She stood up and saw a deep forest. Where was he? Where was she? She swallowed hard and remembered those last doubts that had entered her mind. Had she failed the seven Gods? She trembled and wondered if she had brought destruction upon her father’s kingdom.
“I am here,” she said with a voice that did not sound like her own.
She took a deep breath and told herself that this was a test to see if she was worthy, and so she was. She started walking but the path was old and covered with grass and branches. She tried to keep the doubts out of her mind but the more she wondered, the more scared she became. She came to a halt and took another deep breath.
“I serve the 7, I serve he who is and isn’t.
She looked around but nothing happened at those holy words. Tears wanted to come forth, and she looked up at the sky. A lonely magnificent bird soured over the sky, and at last she knew.
He was real.
He had come.