Update Aug 1. Anumet of the Moon
Waiting where the desert meets the sea, Anumet of the Moon stood staring out to the horizon, trying not to show her fear. Inside, she
was shaking and felt as though she might lose her last meal? On the outside, she made every attempt to remain calm and reserved as her
Mother had taught her. She could still hear the warnings, “Never let them see the tears Little One, or smell the fear within you!” With her Mother’s words ringing in her mind, she summoned her inner steel to face the world. They could say whatever they chose about her, lineage, her circumstances of birth… She would close it off to her mind and her heart- for now. Someday, she would return here to
this land that she loved with greater power and then she would see what they want to say?
For the time being, she willed herself to remain strong and face this challenge with the strength her Mother had passed to her. Her heart was broken as she thought sadly of those last hours spent sitting at Maman’s bedside, holding her hand tightly trying to be brave but trying so hard to keep Maman with her? Maman’s quiet breathy assurances “Shhhhh Child, not a tear! You are far stronger than that? And, you are not, I will give you all of the strength I have left. I have no need of it any longer and you have great need of it to get through this future of yours?”
Her Mother had been her protector, her teacher, a stern taskmaster when needed on all fronts, preparing her for an uncertain future. A high priestess of the Moon Temple, the woman had been highly respected, worshipped and revered. No one had ever dared reproach her on her actions. Even her alliance and involvement with the Dracon those many years ago were not questioned, at least not to her face or within hearing distance? She had paid her price for the affair and it had been a heavy one.
Maman had paid her retribution and the matter had been set aside for most. It had been a difficult time for all of them when Maman had
lost her appeal to the Temple council, though she knew at the time their reasons for the denial and the resulting pennance.
There was only som much discretion two high ranking roles could use and not have attention called to what was going on… Dracon was a
prince of the Royal House and Maman, a devout preistess of the Temple. Some had thought their dalliance an outright blasphemy, a
disgrace and a sacrilage? Others however understood that theirs was an affair of deep, long abiding friendship? Mamon had been promised
to the Temple from birth, she would be forever be solitary, no man’s life mate. Mamon was bound to the temple, heart and soul. It was not
a role she took lightly, no mere status or attention role was it for her. It was her calling, she would never turn from it. But, that being the case, she was also realistic and connected to the earthly plane. She often reasoned that the priestesses must also live on the earthly plane and embody such earthly emotions to undertand those who they were here to help? This was her justification for the emotions she held for Dracon from their earliest childhood. All of the priestesses did the same as she with a variety of men and women, shared the physical emotions with them, so tis not that which had caused the rift. No, it was the fact that in doing so with the Dracon, in some way it was viewed as choosing a side, casting a vote
for the house of Dracon when there was so much political turmoil going on and issues over the ruling House?
The Temple was sacred, nuetral ground and to show such favors to one side was highly circumspect? Mamon had insisted that she had no side,
no motive as Dracon had removed himself long before from the Royal House and the lineage by leaving to search his own destiny? He was
only there to visit and had not attatched himself to the political upheaval.
She had plead her case to the council but in the end had lost and was forced to make ammends, pay pennance in what ever way the
filing House of Raven saw fit? She had known from the beginning what that would be.
Dracon’s brother, Raven had set himself on his own course of creating a new destiny. It was a dangerous course of parting from the
Royal House of his lineage and demanding his right to rule equally. Mamon had know it was Raven filing the petition of complaint, and she
had known what his demand for retribution would be. Her thoughts had proved correct as usual. His demand for retribution were, in as much
as the Temple should play no favorites, then the Priestess Mamon should show him equal favor as had been shown Dracon? Raven was a
dark spirit, haunted by jealuosy, greed and cruelty just as he had been in their childhood.
In their attempt to hold peace and retain nuetrality, the Temple had grudgingly placated him. They had handed Mamon over to him despite their fears and concerns for her well being? Their only saving thought was that he would not dare to injure her so greviously as to cause the death of a Priestess! Mamon had walled her emotions off and endured the tortures of him for as long as he deemed he deserved? While it could have lasted a life time, when she began to show the heaviness of child, he was quickly put off. He immediately tossed her aside then save for one thing- this child he could hold over both her and the Temple! What he did not know was Mamon’s secret. She held fast to it, knowing that the truth would be even more danger to the child?
Raven had returned her abused body to the Temple with his decree that the coming child would be turned over to him. The Temple had
responded with their own decree, an edict that any child born to a Temple Priestess was a child of the Temple! This new law placed every
child of the Priestesses now under the rule and juristiction of the Temple. The boys would be bonded to the Royal House Guards or such
areas as they were well suited for. The girls would be bonded to the Priestesses, thereby ensuring a steady loyal line of Priestesses? In
this way, there would no longer be consequences of favors to households for particular offspring or debts to certain families.
Mamon had never truly recovered physically from her time with Raven, and refused to ever talk aloud of that time. Her mind, however had
become ever stronger and clearer. She was a formidable force to be reckoned with on thought process. And, while her body was slowly dying inside, she maintained an iron exterior. There were few who knew how fragile and ill she was. She had delivered the tiniest,
frailest of infants, a girl whom most thought would not last the night? And, that was exactly what she had instructed her maids to
deliver news of to the House of Raven. She knew full well that he would assume the child his but have no interest of use of it, ensuring the child’s safety?
The tiny pitiful child had but barely survived? There had been times when Mamon had literally breathed her own breaths into the infant,
willing her to survive, to gain strength. Mamon had named her Amunet, the hidden one. A fitting name for this child of secrets?!