Since I was young, I’d heard of the lady of the mountain. Some where in the Easterly Forest, beyond dawn, she lay, sleeping gently.
Before time became fixed, Bernice, loved a young man with dazzling blue eyes that sparkled when he saw her. But, they were miles apart in reality.
Cameron was high born, she low. His father arranged a marriage with a royal maiden from another kingdom. Then his power would be solidified; his sphere of influence widened.
The lovers slipped away to meet for the last time; the wedding was tomorrow. His bride-to-be, Sylvania, was a stiff, proper Lady with no laughter in her eyes, and the smug smile of the rich and privileged. The more time he spent with her, the more he disliked her and longed for Bernice.
Bernice said “Meet me in the coloured Easterly Woods, at the top of Mount Verdant. I will wait forever for you.” A warm, loving kiss and she was gone.
His new bride was more than cold and smug. She knew the black arts, and would use them to ensure her husband loved her, and her rival would no longer be a threat. In the highest part of the castle, she laid our items for the dark rituals.
In a chalice she put a drop of her blood and hair from his head. Brewed with wine and dark purpose herbs, he would be bound to her forever.
Sylvania made a charm she would put on a chain. As long as he wore it, he would not remember Bernice. She would counsel him, as a token of his undying love, to wear it always.
Now to take care of her rival. Calling her raven companions, she instructed them to fly to the Easterly Woods, and sprinkle from the pouch they carried forever sleeping dust.
Bernice waited patiently at Verdant Mountain. She knew he had many entanglements to unravel before he could slip away to meet her. They would travel, hidden by the darkness of night, to the Northern Realm. Few went North, and none returned. She hoped that meant magic dwelt there.
She noticed the number of ravens, flying low and calling to each other. Suddenly, she felt sleepy despite her excitement and joy. “Just a nap while I wait” she said to her self. She feel into a gentle sleep.
Sylvania’s potion and wine worked their evil spells. Her husband now was besoughted with het, and had no memory of Bernice and their escape plans.
It has been a long sleep. Trees rooted in her hair, moss grew on her cheeks. She became part of the landscape. The lady of the mountain.
PS: I can’t believe it but this is my 1050th post. Wow, I write a lot, lol.