Elleswyth the Warrior Nick Armbrister and P.J. Reed
- NICK ARMBRISTER/JBS
- May 10, 2020
- 2 min read
Elleswyth the Warrior
Nick Armbrister and P.J. Reed
This joint project by Nick Armbrister and P.J. Reed is a stunning journey by a warrior/witch/Goddess called Elleswyth.
Join her as she battles evil in a variety of scenes. From a dark forest, a twisted tea party, a vast desert and an alien world. If Elleswyth makes one mistake, she fails.
Cernunnos, her antagonist, both loves and hates the warrior woman. Who will win in their ongoing fight?
Written in poetry/prose style, with each author doing a section, this work is both new and highly unique. Watch out for the follow up!
Love and violence. Passion in death. Her lover, her God, was pleased by her offering but always wanted more. Cernunnos rose as the ochre mist cleared and she was left alone.
The God walked on. A human's view, a defining upper limit. Limit of a mortal world. Witch transcended this. She was, is, Mother. All powerful Mother Nature. Birth, life, death, re-birth. Goddess without limit.
But even limitless beings have their limitations. Her God sated but her soul was empty. Drained of human love and joy. She tossed wild raven locks, eyes blazed through amber mists. She never asked for greater powers. Yes, she was on a higher plain, watching humans toil. Death had no hold on her, her hourglass ceased its pouring. But God's gift came with heavy costs and she was damned to walk her living hell.
She was of purgatory, in it, lived it, was it. Indeed, she learnt to enjoy it. She became what she was eons ago, when time didn't exist, was measured in seasons. She made a being of white light to pleasure her, to be her confidante, her other, her friend. He was her male shadow. They were as one. When they parted, she died again. Became a being of blackness. But inside she remembered the light...
It gnawed at her soul, if she still possessed such a thing. Immortality was a curse of loneliness. Her God had tricked her into this eternal slavery. Not immortal enough to sit with the Gods and too immortal to live the flickering lives of the villagers. She walked alone. She had been content once with her shadowy lover but even he had left her or had she destroyed him in a violent rage? She couldn't remember but she blamed him as one with all the men who had failed her. In the empty timeless landscape of her life, memory faded to dreamscapes. Suddenly, laughter sung through the rippling trees, sweet smells on the breeze. She turned and watched. Her hunger rose. The forest air held its breath.
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