She couldn’t stay here for long the tide would turn in a few hours and she would be trapped.
Strangely she had survived the previous night she had found a circular shaft in the cave. Although she had managed to shimmy up away from the hungry waters she had been scared and cold in the dark. Her body was now much weakened and she knew she could not survive another night.
What should she do, there was no going back. The villagers would stone her or even worse burn her at the stake.
These people knew her, they were her family, neighbours and friends even. They had seen her grow, they had known of her knowledge of the herbs and potions and books.
She had lived happily among them, all her life. Every single one of them had cause to be grateful for her skills. That meant nothing now.
Cold and hungry she sat watching the sea washing the shore line. Listening to the waterfall, outside the cave, she wondered what to do.
Just as the tied started to turn she felt a presence at her side. Turning she was astounded to see Gia standing there smiling down at her.
“What are you doing here child,” mother earth asked her. “Why do you weep”
She looked into Gia’s beautiful face and told her the sad and sorry tale.
Gia touch her gently, and she turned to stone. “Fear not” my child she said. “You will rest here safe in my womb and when the time is right I will return and change you back.” Gia smiled and the girl felt safe and warm. No longer tired or hungry she felt at peace. “When the world needs you and, it will need you. I shall return you to your human form so you can continue your work.”
Goddess mother Gia
Protects those who worship her
Bountiful mother.
This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo #writephoto. Threshold.
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