Dean's World

Chapter 20

Circa 130 BCE

Communing in my dreams with the mother-goddess, Nerthō, I felt a slight breeze upon my face and heard her voice upon it. Your people are calling you, sister, she whispered in my ear. Stirring myself awake I heard a group of men in the distance, chanting in the old tongue. My people, the Darrihardōz tribe, were calling to me.

With some irritation I noted they were once again mispronouncing my name. These young ones did not appreciate the old ways. I stood and stretched, realizing that I had been dozing for days again, and curious to see what they had brought. Feeling the ache in my muscles I wrapped my chest and took up my bow and quiver as I left my cave and headed for the altar clearing.

Unfortunately they were still there when I arrived. They had chosen to take a short meal there in communion. It was an option they were allowed, but it annoyed me nonetheless. I watched silently from the woods with only idle curiosity, waiting for them to depart as I was loath to meet with them.

Note- what follows might be considered NSFW

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