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Ceridwen Ninlil
Posted: 28 Nov 2003 06:38 PM |
What I Saw and Lived
I was daughter to two men, but no woman claimed me as hers. My dead sire was an ealdorman, the Speaker of our circle. He had long fallen in a skirmish with the Orcs beyond our river Dee, and his stony lands taken by the same. I was thus alone when I was wee, and Cedd, brother of my father Cerd, took me. Cedd became ealdorman, for my father had no son, and his ceorls, his armed men, came and pledged to him, and he gave them rings and bracelets to seal their love. Cedd's wife had died in childbed with her firstborn, and he had not taken another wife. So he took me as his daughter to the hall of upright timber he had built as a young man, and I lived with part of my earlier youth.
But the time came when Cedd did not go to hunt, and stayed in his hall. He walked about but little, and grasped at his chest and throat in pain. Came the day when he did not rise from his pallet, and his ceorls went to him and did not leave. For two days the hall was filled with his groans, and I was kept away. All grew quiet, and at noon I was at last brought to him. Tho' it was high Summer, the firepit was bright with flame, for the ceorls had brought Cedd's pallet before it, that he might be kept warm. There I looked upon the face of my kinsman for the last time. His breath came in gasping sighs, and his staring eyes looked far beyond the hall. His brow was damp, and his hand when I touched it, cold. Thus we sat, the ceorls and a serving woman and I, until the room grew still of Cedd's breathing; and as the dusk came on, the life left him. I was led away, dry-eyed but hollow within
I was brought to an older Elf, one whose face was hidden most of the time. He spoke to me in a gentle way and ask me if he could look into me. At sight, I did not know what he meant, but seconds later, he was all around me, fingers clawing in my brains. Finally, the sharp feeling faded and the old Elf stood shocked before me. One thing he said. “I will take her to Ferien, she will be my apprentice”
On our way, doom was there. The sun was set, high in the sky when a sudden shadow appeared on the ground. Looking up, my sight was blocked by an enormous monster. “DRAGON’, I heard, and all I saw were magic balls soaking in the the thing that was called that name. All I remember of that day is the frightened sight of such a powerfull beast and the moaning of my master, when the dragon lifted him up and broke his back. How could I be the one that survived? How could it be, that the dragon was dead, lying next to me?
Now I am lingering around, no knowlegde of this world surrounding me. What’s a life worth? I do not know…..but I will find out…
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OOC part
Name:
Ceridwen
Ceridwen is the name of a supernatural character in a Welsh tradition loosely associated with the Arthurian cycle. Ceridwen was the goddess of poetic inspiration and the mother of Taliesin, the legendary bard. Her name may derive from ceiridd, a form of cerdd "song, poetry" and gwen "white. The latter element is quite common in medieval Welsh names. For me the name means. “White Song”. The white stands for her heart. Pure Good is what she is.
“Ninlil” means Woman of the Wind”
Together the name means “A White Song in the Wind” |
"Cedant arma togae, concedat laurea linguae"
"Laat de wapens wijken voor de toga en de lauwerkrans voor de tong" |
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