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Shamanic Hypnotherapist, Jin Shin Jyutsu
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A Change of Heart (Blood Moon Wars)

Mercia stood there lightly fingering the embroidered details of the shawl covering her head, her eyes gazing at her reflection in the polished bronze mirror as if she was seeing herself from some other person's perspective. The bells attached to her gown to ward of bad luck held their tongues knowing that whatever effort they gave bad luck was already there, standing in the shadows of the image in the mirror. Mercia let out a sigh, hoping the released breath would be strong enough to free her from the gaze of her reflective self, that self that was asking her "why now?"
"Exactly..." She whispered, "Why now?"
Why now when she was about to turn the world on it's ear, to undo and redo all that she had created, and upon the eve of her breaking the gateways. Why did she have to fall in love now, why did he have to see past her masks and through her veils enough to know where to reach in and grab her heart. Why was she there in the gown she had made for their day of union, decorated in fall flowers and pearls, waiting to make herself his and to give their unborn child a true family...why with all this, did she only see the blood on her hands and feel the pressure from what she left undone as is festered and fermented about her. Fenrir was no fool, nor were any of the others. She'd pay heavily for this mistake, but the smile she saw in that polished brass told her, she honestly didn't care as much as she thought she did.
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Morgana and the Morgan

Morgan looked across the lake, the mists of the mash swirling across the moon lit waters. Standing upon the shores of Ynys Afallach, her ravens resting in the boughs of the apple trees growing above the rock and mud shores of island. Across from her, the shadow of the Abby loomed, but her attention was more so focused on the form of the woman standing on the shore between her and the Abby.

"You have no right to do this! I refuse to let you!" She called out, trusting the charged air above the waters to carry her message to the opposite shore. "We were once allies, we could be again, but should you insist upon this path, this course of action, I will have no choice but to rebuke you and become an enemy, no longer a sister." She prayed her warning carried the weight needed to elude what was coming. The ravens behind her rustled, the sound of their wings like the wind through leaves on the eve of Samhain.

Morgana stepped into the waters, her palms turned upright, rising slowly from their place at her hips and into the air where they held the very veil of magic in their center. The ravens began to call out to one another, signaling that magic was afoot and not alone. Morgan followed suite, leading the mists not into the air, but grounding them back down into the waters and earth beneath her feet. She could not let this mad woman cross. La Fey may have been the mother of Ynys Afallach, but she would not allow her to be it's executioner.
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Book 2: The Blood Raven

"There." She looked at him, expecting him to understand. Frustrated she shakes herself free from his puzzled expression. "Your there, in this place that we only think we know, that physics cant even begin to quantify. It is quite literally everything and nothing all at the same time." Charlie's breath is catching, "It's her highway, her playground...it's how Mercia has managed to manipulate and destroy and create and do what she has and I was there, on my own free will, and I made it back to you."
"You walk into a gust of wind, the kind you feel when the trains are rushing through the tunnels. You hold your breath, afraid its will be lost in the rush. Then you step forward, your feet traversing jello-y pockets held together like static charged balloons, your hair stands on end from the charge. You only keep going because your afraid of what will happen if you don't." Charlie exhales, her heart pounding as if she were there now."You almost get to the point where your logical brain collapses under the fear and just as you hear the first crackling sounds of your shattering sanity...your there."
"Where Charlie?" Mason's concern carried heavily in the depths of his tone. His eyes watching the movie replay of this memory play behind her eyes.
"There." She looked at him, expecting him to understand. Frustrated she shakes herself free from his puzzled expression. "Your there, in this place that we only think we know, that physics cant even begin to quantify. It is quite litterally everything and nothing all at the same time." Charlie's breath is catching, "It's her highway, her playground...it's how Mercia has managed to manipulate and destroy and create and do what she has and I was there, on my own free will, and I made it back to you."
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Intro:Blood Moon Wars (Book 1)

From the Norns to the Oracles of Delphi, there were none who could not see the crossroads of Ragnarök
From the Norns, to the Oracles of Delphi, there were none who could not see the crossroads of Ragnarök coming. The chaos awaiting us would begin with the systematic upheaval and destruction of the northern gods and spreed from one pole to the other in a crimson wave of plague and persecution. The war would begin with the sons of Tyr, rewriting their victories and lineage through the eyes of carefully breed humans. Blaming the prideful God Fenrir for our miseries and replacing Tyr with his son Odin, just as Tyr's brother Cronus was replaced by his stepson Zeus. Ragnarök was the beginning of the end in ways even unseen by those who brought it upon us. Our fears and loss riding us, steering us towards something far more dangerous than death.
It was upon the very soil that our blood and ashes were mixed into that the new order, the order of homosapeous, the Mercia's own specially sculpted line, would build their homes, their farms, their eventual industries and their own graveyards. But it could not take root, it could not grow until fertile blessings of Ragnarök were spilled upon the embodiment of Gaia and our history left behind as fables for young ones.
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Scars mean we survived whatever tried to kill us before.
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First, you have to want to fly
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Wanted: Passionate Life Mate - Inquire Within
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