“I will not utter Her name, for it is forbidden in the Craft to pronounce a spell- and Her name is the most potent enchantment that our kind knows.

Lillith, my child, place another log in the fire. It is cold, and my power does not warm me as it used to. There, now, that will do.

Come closer now, my children. Sit by me, and listen. Listen to the Tale of Her Who We Adore. It is a tale of rapture and agony. Of life and death. It is a tale of magick.”

“Some say that she came from the Earth itself. Others think that she was the daughter of angels, descended from Above.

But we, who have sprung from her womb, know what the truth was. She was blessed with the gift of magick, a Goddess in human guise.

As a child, it said that her loveliness was surpassed by none. Flowers bloomed wherever she trod, and birds would flock to hear her laughter.

Her touch healed mortal sickness, and darkness fled from her very presence.

The woods over yonder, and far greater it was in those times, was her favorite haunt. And even today, if you listen quietly, you will hear the brook echo her murmured melodies.

The time flew, and with each passing year, her beauty grew; until finally childhood gave way to the glory of youth. Starlight shone in her eyes, and the eternal music of the Cosmos lilted in her voice.

And if no man ever dared to approach her; it was because of the magick that thundered in her blood. For as it was with her beauty; her power, too had waxed to noon day splendour.

Here, at the very heart of the woods was where she spent most of her time, and it was here that her magick was most discernible: no pestilence smote the trees and the animals that lived here, and the entire place had a dream-like beauty to it.

But surely you can feel it?

Is it not here, in this place that your power thrums in ecstasy? Can you not sense, that every spell worked here will bear fruit?

This is sacred ground, my children; for she loved this place. And the Elder Tree there, at the very center, was her dearest. Ever since she was a child, she would play in its branches. As a maiden, she would sit below it and weave her melodies of enchantment, as the forest listened spell bound.

And it was at that very place where he first saw her.

One day, as she sat in the shade of the Elder, her notes echoing all over the forest, a young man espied her, and the music of her voice and her radiance drew him ever nearer.

But he did not dare make himself known, for even as a human, he could sense the magick that sparkled around her.

Every day, he would watch her as she sang, and with each hour; nay, with every minute, he ached to touch her.

And one day, when he could withstand it no longer: he gathered his courage, and, striding up to her, took hold of her hand.

“Who are you?” He asked.

Her voice ceased at once, and the utter silence which prevailed unnerved him more than anything that she could have said.

For one heartbeat, he beheld the brilliance of her eyes, and then her hand was gone from his grasp. All he felt was the gentlest breeze at her passing.

For days after wards, he would stumble around the forest; but search though he did, not once did he chance upon the place that he had hitherto haunted. For such was her power, and this was the spell she had laid upon the forest.

But on one night, as he lay awake, wracked with pain, her voice came to him from within the forest.

For a minute he hesitated, not trusting his ears, and then he bounded towards her song.

Onwards it lead him, his path illuminated by the full moon, until at last he stood before her as she sat beneath the swaying branches of the Elder Tree.

And her smile was the radiance of a million stars, her face more beautiful than a thousand jewels.

And it was here that they celebrated the Great Rite.”

“Of what happened next, this tale does not remember. Some say that her magick proved too great a strain for his human body; and his physical body was annihilated at the union, even as his seed stirred in her womb.

And as his love for her prevented him from forsaking this realm completely, his spirit took up its abode in the Elder Tree.

And she too followed him, becoming one with the Earth itself- joining him in eternal union.

As long as the tree remains, our clan will continue to prosper, and we will always be blessed by magick.

Remember, my children,

The Elder be the Lady’s Tree,

Burn it not, or cursed you will be.”

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written by suman, October 13, 2009

Hmmm hope all nuisance people could read this ...at least then they will stop cutting down the trees....
and its 2 pm and i am just about to hit my monitor after such a soothing bed time story

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