Mystress' vision was darkened, and a layer of gray frosted everything in view. She was blind. Her hearing became duller and duller, to unkind words until she could hear them no more.
She remembered the voice of the Gods, before she was given a body, before time, in between death and life, limbo and earth, nothing and everything...

"You will not see, you will not speak nor will you hear anything un-pure or evil, until you are tested. Until then, you may hear only the Holy thoughts of others, and their Holy words. You may speak only to them in their minds, and you will speak only of the light and of goodness. And you will not see. You will see only the spirits of the good, and the pure.

It was time.
She was Jyuniper.
And she was Mystress.
But, who is she. And what is she doing here?

"Mystress, Mystress! Are you there? Can you hear me?" Before her a golden light glowed. It was like every metal in the earth, and every firefly that ever flew. It was the color of contentment, of magic, and of the devout. It was Yorres. Mystress found herself on the ground. She stood, and the earth gave-way underneath her, and tilted sickeningly...

"Your eyes." The golden spirit spoke. It was the shape of a deer, and bore the face of Yorres himself, but none of his earthy possesions. No bone, nor muscle, skin, or fur. It was air, golden, shimmering air... It was his spirit... She could see it as clear as day. She could see every spirit and soul that walked the forest ground. And some that could not, trees and rocks whispered their stories in her new, deaf ears. She could hear everything.

"My eyes?" Mystress' knees buckled under her as if she were a newborn fawn. The candles atop her antlers were aflame with white fire.
"They're like flames." The golden Yorres spoke, just then the silence was shattered.

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The doe closed her eyes. Pray, Pray, Pray She decided to meditate. The trees above her were caught up in a whisper of wind above her. Oak and Maple leaves merged together like puzzle pieces. Ants crawled their way up a pine tree, she could hear their tiny bodies effortlessly scaling the trunk. No, it wasn't hear it was feel, sense . The sun shimmered down a few of its rays, and she felt them on her eyelashes. Lighter than dust. And yet the sun, not living, had heat. Like an animal. Like her, and like the stag next to her. The crying idol far behind them lived. The water it gives, breathes. It is collected, to give life to the scaly sisters and brothers that dwell within it. To be used, and absorbed by dry tongues...
This was her forest...
Jyuniper... Jyuniper.. Jyuniper.... she spoke the words softly in her mind, until the name became a word, and the word became letters, and the letters became sounds, and the sounds became meaningless. Jyuniper, was Mystress. And Mystress was Jyuniper. They shared the same body, but not the same spirit. They were exactly the same, and yet not.
I am here dear one. a voice came from behind them. It was soft, and mellow, like a distant cathedral bell. It was in no way any shock to Yorres, but Mystress couldn't believe her eyes. Yorres bowed slowly and genuinely. This was not a deer. It was a human. A woman.

Hello guys, haven't been on in awhile. Some real-life problems, but nothing too serious.

I'm making cover art for my 300 page book, and I need your help.
I only have Paint.net for digital drawing. I do have a bamboo tablet.
But I need you help.
I need someone to spiff the finished product up, such as adding different patterns (making it look raelly old and worn down. Maybe a brush that looks like crinkled paper?)
And such.
Is there anyone here willing to help me with it?

Thanks!
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Greetings Lightbringers of all kinds.

I've been having a terrible week, and it involved a lot of tears.
But I thought maybe, instead of dwelling on it, I'd write something of the light for anyone and everyone who has been having a hard time. Follow my example, because life, is a very hard mission.

We are of the Light,
We are the paladins and knights, that hold a sacred key.
A key, not many hold.
It appears to be hidden by most.
But is given to all.

This worold, is full of darkness.
And true evil can slip by your gates,
and seep through your armor.

When you are of the Light, it is shown to everyone.
People will try to take this key form you.
They will pry, bash, hit, attack in hopes of winning it.

Turn to stone, my good friends. Let nothing hurt you.
Be of the most feirce lion,
and the most gentle lamb,
to all who love, and those who oppose you.

An eye for an eye,
or turn the other cheek.
Tell me which one you choose.
And turn to stone my loves,
for life is a long quest...

Moon, I've noticed recently, you're happier than you used to be!! I think all of us have noticed!!
I wanted to thank you for holding in there, through whatever hard time you were facing.
I don't even know it's you until I look at your name!
I know your back in good ol' America!!
If there's anything any of us can do to help you let us know...

Got a cellphone...
Posted my number here....
For only my TEF friends....
Would anyone call it?

I think it'd be amazing to talk to some of you amazing people.
Tell if it's "in" or "out"...

Hey guys.

My mom had to go to the hospital this morning.
She's had massive bumps (hives) all over her body, for a day.
Her back was just horrifyingly covered, she refused to go to the hospital.
Well, this morning she couldn't breathe, and they took off.
I just need your prayers right now.
Thanks so much,
I love you,
Myst

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Hey guys. I'm sorry but could someone send me the skeleton pelt...?
Thanks!
cmystress@yahoo.com

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