Silverboots's blog

The surface of the water is troubled. Silver glides through the pool of tears in great pain and sorrow. She opens her mind and consumes the liquid like a tonic, heightening her visionary command, sharpening her sight. Around her the waters fade and form shadows mingled with the cries of desperation and despair. The supernatural elements resonate and surround her here, and the shaman begins to see the scorched and barren sands of Kheshatta whose grains are tainted with darkening stain.

The vision unfolds and she listens to its distress. Harkening to the deep acumen, it reveals the spirit of the woman wondering the desert, her belly swollen with child. She cries out to the darkness and hears silence in answer. The woman stumbles to knee. The child comes. Silver wonders who calls to her spirit as she doubles in pain to labor the birthing of the One...