Welcome to Branwyn of Llewelynn’s version of the Xenavers,

alter ego of B-Bard4sure, who had the nerve to actually ask for her own

pseudonym.

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PROLOGUE

Rhiannon speaks

In the twilight of my life, gazing over the familiar soft green hills that surround Avalon, my thoughts travel back to a group of women I encountered oh, it seems life times ago.

This is a story of two nations that were close to disappearing;

 ...A time that Avalon still had some of it’s purpose and power and Amazonia was a magical domain where many stories came from, told by well travelled Celts who recognized the similar matriarchal blueprint of ancient life;

...When the paths of gods and humans were entwined with each other and gave a certain balance to life’s events.

This balance came to falter when the hearts of people turned heavy with discontentment, greed, anger and fear. Their respect for life poisoned by a growing evil, feeding on the darker part of human nature.

The events I will write down here in the hope they will never be forgotten are tales otherwise passed down the Avalon bloodline by word of mouth. For as long as I can remember it’s been done that way. I thought it was time to break our non- writing tradition and record all I know and remember. Maybe, just maybe the generations to come will learn that the heart can conquer evil.

As the once champion-rebel of Avalon, “Oh my heart, my soul, where will you linger when Avalon withdraws into the mist for the last time?” I laid down my duties with out regret and chose to be the creator of my own destiny, or so I thought.

 Enough. Now I will tell the tales of brave women and love...

                         Oh Avalon, My Amazon

                            (LOVE CONQUERS ALL OF US... ALL)

                                    By Bronwyn of Llewlynn

Part One

Leaving home

It all started with the sound of goodbye.

Beside the stables of a grand house in Northeast Britannia, a mother kissed the temple of her daughter and lingered there longer than the woman had intended. The painful sting in her heart forced her to express the love she felt towards the red haired figure standing before her. She inhaled the sweet scent of the girl’s thick red hair. The woman would normally restrain from showing her feelings in a physical manner but it would be a long time before she saw her daughter again. Boadecia, also known as the Queen of Celts smiled; hoping in vain it would mask the pain and fear that was etched on her face. Her ‘little girl’ was leaving.

The girl wrapped strong, toned arms around her mother and held her in a surprisingly gentle hug and whispered, “I’m scared too, mother.”

Rhiannon sensed her mother knew more than she did about what was to come. Her mother knew more about Rhiannon than she did of herself, she suspected. From this moment on her life would belong to Avalon. All she had learned and was about to learn was for the greater good. Of what she had no concrete knowledge, but figured it had to do with her fathers desire to rid himself of her. The arguing between her parents had to stop. The young woman felt a big relief at the thought that her mother would finally have some peace. Leaving still hurt though.

Trying to keep the disappointment off her face, she begged to the gods silently. Please let mother stand up to aunt Eilan. You know as well as I do that this destiny thing is up to something or someone beyond your sister, mother. And what about me huh? No one has bothered to ask what I want, what I feel or need. I tell you over and over again but you never answer or seem to listen to me.

Rhiannon let the older woman go reluctantly and mounted the dark brown mare standing patiently behind her. She knew her mother had taught her all she could. The fact that Boadicea had given her daughter her favourite horse must mean she loved her. Letting each other go almost ‘killed’ the both of them.

Boadecia watched her daughter ride off on the mare, which would lead her straight to The Lake of Avalon and be of some use protecting her along the way. The mare was spawned of her own battle mount, a grand beast you could count on. Please Eilan, you have both of my children now. Don’t break Rhiannon’s spirit by forcing YOUR will on her. I swear I’ll hunt your soul till the end of time if you do sister of mine. She prayed in silence.

From the shadow of an old oak, Prasutagus watched the departing of Rhiannon. He waited until she was out of sight and walked towards Boadecia. He comforted her as best he knew how by wrapping his arms around his wife. Deep inside he could feel a sense of relief. Thank the gods that trouble attracting, pointy-eared freak has gone. He thought to himself and walked his love back to the big house, looking back once to make sure the girl had gone for sure. Boadecia would call her back as soon as she found an excuse. For now they would be a happy royal family of two and he planned to make the most of it.

            To mark the High Priestess to be

The trees cycled through their wardrobe over the next seven summers. Britannia was constantly under threat by one enemy or another. Boadecia called on her daughter as often as she could. Usually it was because the Queen of Icenian Celts could do with all the decent warriors she could muster. A never ending repetition of attacks by Saxons, Vikings, Scots, and Romans kept Boadecia and her and her armies on their toes for many years. The constant need of new recruits thinned down the population drastically. Women and men were welcome to help defend the homeland, any way they could. Britannia, as the Celtic Queen liked to call her home, was far from united. Her Queen dome was no more than the Northeastern part of Britannia. About three-quarters of the land was united by the joint efforts of the Queen and the druids and priestesses of Avalon. Times were hard and the united nobles were not easy to keep satisfied. If the war lords and kings of the continent, across the sea’s, weren’t trying to take a piece of her beloved land, some self proclaimed war lord or idiot would try holding part of the country for ransom to gain power. Boadecia’s need to keep in touch with her daughter was flamed by the fact that Rhiannon was changing fast and the uncertainty of a Queen’s life. Boadecia’s part in warfare was very hands on. It was getting harder to recognise her daughter, let alone really reach her. The short periods of time they shared in between battles left little room to ask her how she was feeling. Rhiannon was never permitted to stay away from Avalon longer than a fortnight at a time. Sometimes the young woman rebelled against Eilan and stayed longer. She then spent most of her time roaming the forests of Albion, Norfolk to the Scots.

Leaving her mother as an impressionable girl, the red haired youth matured into a tall, athletic and stable woman. The warrior’s way was still within reach at times her mother needed another good swords woman. The discipline needed for battle and Boadecia’s talent to get the best out of every soldier gave Rhiannon a mental balance. Avalon was demanding on the girl. Seasonal visits to the Orkneys, where her twin sister Vivian resided, provided her with very welcome news from round the known world. The islands north of Scottish territory were some Vikings had tried to set up house, where conquered by Prasutagus for his pride and joy, Vivian. The islands roughed landscape and wide variety of animals to study gave her a break from the exhausting lessons Eilan kept her busy with. Learning to obey her aunt was proving to be the greatest challenge Rhiannon had ever faced. The High Priestess was not just teaching her the way of the Lady. She wanted the girl’s soul, or so it felt.

Rhiannon was being trained to become the next High Priestess of Avalon. The woman’s skills grew stronger and more varied as Eilan taught and influenced her as much as her niece let her. Unknown to all whom had a stake in her future, Rhiannon did not feel she was in the right place at all. The red head wanted to set off into the world and be a warrior. Not stay on the small island and practice the druids’ sciences and rituals that Eilan thought were important. She loved her homeland and most kinfolk. She enjoyed learning in general but something tugged at her soul. Something stronger than soil, blood ties or even gods.

Boadecia was right. This young thing is a natural.  Eilan concluded to herself as she watched Rhiannon master the sight over little time. Much less time than the High Priestess had needed, as a novice. She figured that the Moon Goddess would claim the young woman soon. Beltaine I should think... yes ... I like Beltaine. Eilan made note of the coming festivities and reminded herself to let the Taliesin know the time was right. Her own intuition was doing overtime and her usual cool, High Priestess radiance was fading while the student rapidly grew more able than her teacher. If only she could talk the girl into letting her warrior image go. Boadecia, you stubborn piece of work, had to leave your mark all over the girl, didn’t you. At least you didn’t refuse her like you tried to do with Vivian. Hubby saw to that didn’t he. The Priestess cursed under her breath, walked over to Rhiannon and took hold of the young woman’s left hand.

Rhiannon stopped meditating to find out what the old crow wanted of her this time. I’ve almost had enough of this game of taming the warrior.  Rhiannon thought as a lung full of air escaped from her mouth in an impatient rush. Patience you fool. Just sit it out until you’ve mastered what Eilan has to offer. Then get out of here. She put in mind and looked over Eilan’s shoulder as she stood up.

The redhead saw that a couple dozen priestesses had gathered at the foot of one of the offer tablets in the stone circle, half way up the Tor. Her friend Ionah was among them. They held the sacred attributes needed to tattoo the symbol of the Mood Goddess on someone and looked at her as if she was their target.

Rhiannon let Eilan lead her to the offer stone. A deafening silence descended over the field. The stone was covered in rusty, old bloodstains and mosses. The Celt sat down on the end of the stone and gave her aunt the chance to prove her wrong, face blank and arms folded. After all, Ionah got here first and was next in line to take her vows and be marked, before she became a full-fledged priestess during the festival of Beltaine. Rhiannon came up with several ways to get out of the stone circle fast, in case things took an unwanted turn. Really letting her aunt have her way was never part of the plan. She had confided in Ionah about this when Eilan announced the next group of novices that were to be called. Her friend had promised to help her get off the island if Eilan refused to respect the Celt’s wishes.

The priestesses formed a circle and started chanting. Eilan soaked a sponge in a bowl of water and said some blessings. She called on the Goddess to bless her choice too and locked eyes with Rhiannon.

“I already have all the markings I’ve ever wanted and more, you old hag.” The Celt screamed as her face went the colour of her hair from the anger rising within. She stood up fast. “I don’t think that an all powerful Goddess needs the indigo moon sickle between my brows to be able to seek me out, do you? Isn’t being The One mark enough.” Rhiannon knew her arguments fell on deaf ears but kept on yelling at her aunt.

“By the way, I have these great tattoo’s on my cheeks that only two other, rather magnificent, royal women wear. The sickle doesn’t match them.” Rhiannon could feel the priestesses around her hold their breath as the tension level rose between the High Priestess and her chosen. “I don’t want any more done on my face, thank you very much. Aren’t my ears enough punishment.” She caressed her own cheeks and ears and laughed wickedly. “What if I’m not The One. For the love of Hearn’s friggin antlers, look at who you are dealing with, stupid, narrow minded crow.” Rhiannon kept circling the High Priestess fast, not blinking and not giving the older woman a hairbreadth of room to move. She stopped when Eilan was trapped between her and the altar stone in the middle of the circle. “You were saying, Eilan?” Rhiannon looked around the circle of blue robed women and grinned.

 Eilan’s right hand flew up, aimed at the young woman’s face. Rhiannon sucked in air and caught the High Priestesses wrist, just before the cold and bony hand connected with her face. “And you are trying to achieve what?” The Celt sneered and pushed her aunt to the ground with ease. She was after all only half the size of her mother and at least ten summers older.

Sprawled on the grass and held by the wrist like a naughty child for all her priestesses to see, Eilan felt humiliated and angry but kept her face neutral. Rhiannon had rebelled before but not like this. She had never used force while on the island. Close the circle and nobody dare move, unless I say so. Eilan commanded the other women with her thoughts and then spoke to her niece with venom on her breathy voice. “You will yield to the Goddess my dear, you must. It is beyond your control.”

“Now that wasn’t very smart was it. Don’t bother keeping the other lasses around, auntie. They can’t force me to do anything I do not want to do. When will it sink in Eilan? You have no control over me and if I make it so, not over them either.” Rhiannon looked from the High Priestess to the baffled women standing around them. “Do not presume to know what you have created, Lady of the Lake. Your actions now will echo through out the universe, for ever.” The red head chuckled and waved a hand without looking to dismiss her sisters. Rhiannon was beginning to enjoying herself a little, shoving Eilan’s lessons back into her teachers face.

None of her sisters moved from the circle. They watched and waited as standing stones.  So they like the show? Maybe I’m not the only one who loathes the entertainment around here. Let’s see what the old bat will try to do now.

Rhiannon let go of Eilan’s wrist, took a step back and folded her arms. Much to her expectation, Arafel, Eilan’s right hand women hurried up to her mentor and helped the old woman up. She then walked back and closed the circle again. Rhiannon laughed bitterly at her. Suck up.

The High Priestess looked at the red head for a moment and smiled. “You will yield.”

Her voice sounded even more resentful and dark if possible. The woman focused on Rhiannon’s left eye and challenged her student. You defy the High Priestess, little girl. Remember your place.

The Celt chuckled again, planted her feet firmly and folded her hands together, index fingers pointing down. What do you want to do now, High Priestess? I’m not at all ready to take your place, am I you caniving bitch. You are careless though. I’ve mastered more than you know. For starters, blocking my mind and where about to you at will. If you would like to find out the rest, you are going to have to catch me first old cow. Bye-by.

Rhiannon took a few steps backwards towards her sisters and planned to summer salt over the wall of women when Ionah grabbed her sides from behind. Snatching one of her sister’s hands and arm, the red head swung Ionah over her shoulder. The priestess landed on another sister, who slammed to the ground under Ionah’s weight. This created an opening for Rhiannon to bolt from the circle of women. “Traitor.” She yelled over her shoulder at her devious friend with eyes shooting daggers.

 Eilan watched her niece run from the offering field. If you won’t surrender yourself to the Goddess one way, it will be dealt with another way. The High Priestess signalled the women to cancel the rest of the ritual, patted the dirt of her robe and grabbed hold of Arafel without looking. The blond priestess grinned at Eilan and nodded. The two walked towards The Lake and sat down to ‘talk’ in confidence.

            Tricked or Chosen

All she could see were blurs of green bush and vague shades of red light that filtered through the trees as she ran to the point of flying. When her lungs started to burn so hot she couldn’t breath anymore, Rhiannon dropped on all fours and howled. She needed to release some of the anger and frustration that was taking hold of her heart. She almost tore into her aunt and spooked herself. Where’s all this aggression coming from? Anger I know, but this feeling is making my heart ache all the time. I want to hit something. Crawling towards a stray stone to steady her, the woman noticed a flickering of something under it. Her hands methodically dug around the shiny object just enough to get at it under the stone’s edge. The object cleared from under its hiding place as the red head pulled and rose to her knees. The cool metal felt empowering and familiar in her hands. “A sword?” She whimpered, still out of breath and swallowed hard.

“Humm hmmm, it’s THE sword”

The wing cheeked woman’s heart jumped at the sound of the voice. She swung round fast and rose to her full length, striking the most intimidating pose she could summon.

“Like I said.” The old man continued and chuckled at the woman’s moves. “The sword of Hearn the Hunter. It is destined to aid a great man from the enchanted Sherwood Forest one-day, my beautiful Elfling. A Saxon no less. Did you pay attention to any of my lessons?” The man smiled at his student and saw her anger build.

“I remember the story different, but if you say so.” Rhiannon chewed her bottom lip and frowned. She knew the sword was a symbolic weapon and was owned by the High Priestess residing since the beginning of Avalon.

Rhiannon felt an almost bloodthirsty rage hit her as she listened to the druid preaching at her about great men of the past and future. She grinned at the old man she knew as The Taliesin, High Priest of the Druids or Gwydion, friend of the family. The red head tried to relax a little and prodded at some dirt with the sword. She didn’t trust the druid completely but knew he was more of a talker than anything else. He’d bore her to death with his secret sciences, stargazing and magick first.

“You keep saying Elfling, Taliesin. Do you ever plan to elaborate or will you keep on offending me?” Rhiannon speared the sword deep into the dirt, between herself and the Taliesin and folded her arms.

“Sweet child, you don’t want to know, even if I do tell you more.” The druid replied with a grin and scratched his beard.

The red head looked at the blade still well at hand, wondering if she would provoke her Goddess if she used force on an old man to get at what he was insinuating. He shouldn’t make fun of me like that. Nobody I know likes elves. Why insist on calling the Queen’s daughter an Elfling? Is he tired of living? Before she could act on those thoughts, her vision began to fade behind thick tears. She dropped to the ground with a thud and found herself not being able to keep her eyes open nor her mind sharp. Damned that druid. I can’t move for Hearn’s sake. Leaning heavy on her arm that extended into the sword; knuckles white from holding on for dear life, consciousness left her.

“Yes, that’s right my Elfling. Sleep. You will soon realise who you are, like it or not.” The old man grinned and sprinkled some violet dust over the two of them and they vanished.

Rhiannon woke with a jolt and a surging headache. “AUW. Basalt rips a girls butt to shreds. Oh, my head. Wait till I get my hands on you, son of a Banshee.” She growled and the words came echoing back to her, which did nothing if not worsen the mean thump in her head. I’m in the initiation cave? The groggy woman assumed. The slight illumination caused by a torch lit the cave just enough to recognise where she was. I’m naked? How long have I been here? She ran through a number of the rituals that would normally take place in this cave. Beltaine was the festival that traditionally brought the new High Priestess forth. Eilan had planed to initiate Rhiannon, if she co-operated or not. All tribe elders, nobles and anybody who was somebody and swore allegiance to Avalon would be there to see it, making it impossible to escape.

The Celt didn’t feel cold even though she was unclothed. They’ve kept me here for a long time. I would be freezing if it were still the end of winter. Her breasts and face were covered in dried blood, judging by the stale, metallic smell coming from her body. I’M HERE FOR THE GRABBIN’ NAKED HIGH PRIESTESS TO BE, PREPPED FOR THE MAIN RITUAL AND ALL. Oh, sweet Ceridwen have mercy. Those two should be quartered and have their limbs thrown out to the sea serpents, forget Tir na nOg. They can’t have me willingly like all the others so they tricked me. It has nothing to do with the Goddess. My lady give me guidens, I do not wish to offend you. I don’t want to be the new High Priestess, even if this is truly your way. But I do not believe it is. It’s NOT on. EILAN, TALIESIN... I know you can hear my thoughts. IT’S NOT ON. You two have no idea who and what you are dealing with.” Rhiannon knew she was bluffing but made her up her mind not to give in without a fight. She tried to relax on the basalt bed and started to meditate.

Sitting cross-legged and hands together, index fingers pointed to the earth, Rhiannon decided to leave Avalon or die trying. She would defy the High Priestess, her sisters and even the Goddess if she had to. First she had to get out of the cave and find out if her deity had forsaken her completely. Unknown to the Celt a green glow started to surround her form, coming from within the woman.

Her voice echoed back from the cave walls like a mantra; “Fire... Water... Earth... Air... Metal, Elements that be, fill me, serve me. Mother of all, Goddess of the Moon, I call you... Ceridwen, Rhiannon, the unspoken one, the three who are one... I invoke thee, I invoke thee.”

Rhiannon opened her body, heart and soul to her Goddess. She invoked the power of love and forced her will to be silent. Her fear subsided, the many voices of expectation and desire that frequently filled her mind went mute. All that was left was silence. After listening to that silence for a while, one demand like question formulated it’s self and forced it’s way out of her mouth.

“If I am your Chosen One, show me NOW.  Give me a sign.”

A green light beamed powerfully in the cave.

Rhiannon tired fast and her personal desires ended up mingling with the words that would command the Goddess to reveal her destiny. All the gods Rhiannon placed her faith in were included in her cries for help.

“Hearn the Hunter, I invoke thee, Cybele Earth mother, I invoke thee, Rhiannon face of the Moon, I invoke thee. I ask for the power to serve my heart and extend my knowledge and skills to all who need it, unchained by boarders and the selfish will of my mentors and family. If I am to serve Avalon, let it be as a warrior. I do care for this place and for those who live here, my Lady. Eilan’s will can never be the way it must be, please let me go, help Avalon let me go. By my ancient blood right I beseech thee.” The cave grew silent again and the green glow dimmed.

Rhiannon came back to herself slowly and felt cool metal and antler bone resting across her knees. It was not the sword of Hearn, but a fine blade in a league of it’s own. The Celt slipped her fingers around the bone and found that the grip fit to perfection. Made for her hand only. She felt some confidence return and her eyes almost popped from their sockets at the beauty and perfect balance of the blade. Her name was engraved in the shiny blade. Eight sacred runes decorated with eternal knots and mystic symbols.  Rhiannon gave the weapon a few spins and jumped off the rock to inspect the rest of the cave chamber.

A few paces away, laid over a chest she found an outfit of died green leather. A cloak of the finest combed wool, woven in the colours of Boadecia’s family kilt, green, purple and red. A silver Tork with matching arm braces and some other trimmings were tucked in a box baring the sign of the Goddess, the moon sickle. Next to the chest stood a pare of hind leather boots, also imprinted with moon sickles on the sides.

Well, well. My Lady has good taste. This is excellent in deed. Even Viv would like this.

            Destiny called as the Amazon killed

Winding her way out of the cave, her path lit by the torch, the red head thanked her deity. Strutting up the steep path Rhiannon’s heart started to pound and the presents of death that suddenly over loaded her senses. She could start to make out strange sounds coming from outside and picked up her pace.

The new outfit felt a little strange but comfortable. Rhiannon knew it was meant for her and she walked proud, taking in the details of her new attire. As a warrior she could be free to do good on her terms with her Lady’s blessing. That prospect suited her perfectly. The sharp and nasty vibes coming from the cave entrance on the other hand did not. The light of the torch was soon nothing compared to the bright blaze that hit her at arrival.

In the opening of the rock face stood a pale, bleeding Arafel.

“What the- how long have I been out?” Talking to herself was usually a sign that Rhiannon felt lonely or baffled. Her muscles tightened of their own accord and she spoke close to babbling. “Arafel, w’t is it. Who dh- did this to you?”

Before the blond collapsed on the ground, Rhiannon threw aside the torch and caught the woman in her arms. She laid her down gently and the priestess tried to speak. “Grh- greehh- Amah- zon wants Gahbr- rielle. Help them... need the wah- warrior. Are yhou th-  warrhh-” Arafel grabbed hold of Rhiannon’s hair and her hand got tangled in the braids to the side of the red head’s face. She let out a last rattle of breath and blood. The Celts eyes stung as Arafel’s dead weight hung by her hair, the tears of physical and emotional pain flooded her cheeks.

Rhiannon let go of the dying priestess as her eyes caught the scene outside the cave. Everyone who called themselves true and loyal to Avalon, almost all who had come to witness the ritual calling of a new High Priestess, were lying scattered across the fields around the cave.

The air was filled with moans and cries and the stench of burnt flesh and blood. The buildings closest to the cave were on fire. Their once white plastered walls were stained with blood and grime. The grass field in front of the inferno seemed to be ploughed open and the decrepped cavities were filled with dead people and burnt body parts. Some priestesses were crying and just lying there, too shocked to move. Others were busy running for cover, back towards the village. The lords and ladies had tried to do the same but not all had made it. A line of charred human remains led up to the thatched cottages. The village cottages at the bottom of the field were still intact but filled with wounded visitors and priestesses. Rhiannon’s sisters ran in and out of the supply huts, arms filled with anything to bandage wounds and cool down burns. Three priestesses were brave enough to make a run for the healers supply cottage but got fried before they reached cover.

Amidst the burning chaos stood an Amazon woman laughing hysterically and throwing fireballs at everything and anything that moved. She gave off the most evil vibes Rhiannon had ever felt emitting from a woman. This is clearly no average human. As fast as she could, the Celt screened the field for the familiar vibes of her mother and twin Vivian. Nothing. If Viv were here I’d surely hear or feel her panic. No, mother is not here either. She focussed on the drama in front of her and sent a thought message her twin might be able to pick up. No answer. Ceridwen watch over them, where ever they are.  Maybe they haven’t been invited to the island for this festival in respect of mother morning Prasutagus. He got killed in a battle against the Saxons come winter. Eilan wouldn’t want her around to see this farce anyway.

The Celt stood numb, sword hanging limp in her palm. Although Rhiannon wanted to run over to the Amazon and thrust a blade straight through her heart she realised quickly, she didn’t stand a chance of even getting close enough to do damage. Her breath came in ragged, shallow spurts. Her body protested against every movement but she managed to stagger backwards into the now very attractive cave. Rhiannon focussed her mind’s eye on the murderous woman and hoped she got through to her. Hey Amazon. Looking for a real fight? Find me first.

Elemented, dear Velasca, Elemented

As Rhiannon had expected, the Amazon came looking for her. The closer the intruder got to her, the more certain the red head was that she was dealing with some sort of god.

My gods, what does this murdering bitch want? The red head tried to get into the Amazon’s mind. All the information she got was that this woman had the powers of a god and was not in a hurry to leave without something. The Amazon’s mind was filled with thoughts of revenge, death and self-glorification. Rhiannon shivered at the Amazon’s thoughts and placed a protective spell on herself. Maybe that would keep the Amazon from reading her mind, as gods were known to do that.

“Hey little priestess not so High and mighty. Do you really think you can hide from a god? Don’t irritate me you weird little shit. Hand over the pretender to the Amazon throne now. If you don’t... you only delay the inevitable.” The Amazon laughed loud and threw her head back and sniffed the air. A warrior that tried to creep up on her from behind distracted her. The Amazon flicked a fireball over her shoulder and it killed the man on impact. She sighed and stared at her fingernails for a moment. “I know Gabrielle is in Britannia, I can smell her stench every where.” Velasca bellowed loudly and stalked her way down into the heart of Avalon.

Light as air, fast as water, light as air, fast as water.  Rhiannon meditated, preparing for a quick get away.

“Where in Hades is that mortal vermin of a bard?” The Amazon came stomping into the core chamber of the cave.

Light as air, fast as water, light as air, fast as water, light as air. The Celt felt herself become lighter, her nerves on edge like an over taught harp string.

“Avalon bids you a very, very warm welcome and farewell.” Rhiannon whispers to the fuming Goddess. Her voice amplified by the acoustics of the rock. Like an arrow from a bow she shot herself out of the chamber, snatching Velasca’s dagger from its place as she passed the roaring Amazon.

“Cute. We can end this out side too, priestess. It makes no difference. I will fry you AND the bard. That is non negotiable.” Velasca screamed at the rock walls and started to walk back towards the entrance.

Just a few paces outside the cave the warrior carved a moon sickle between her brows with the stolen dagger and invoked the elements. Rhiannon made haste to reciprocate before the lunatic woman figured out what she had in mind. She would not last a heartbeat once the Amazon got out. Arms and hands raised to shoulder height, eyes focused on the moon she chanted, “Moon Goddess, watcher and guardian of the elements, I invoke your power in me, fill me. Take this offering from a mortal. Is this what you wanted of me?”

The moon turned a dark crimson red and the cave matched its shade, as well as the Tork and arm braces the warrior wore.

Rhiannon could feel her body growing cold and numb. The stone labyrinth that led to the heart of Avalon melted and sealed in the screaming Amazon. The stone giant hissed as mist pulled towards its heating surface like a magnet.

 Velasca was harmless once again, although this not to the knowledge of the now unconscious form that is Rhiannon, dead to the world lying before the smouldering heap of rock. The chant and shock wiped the Celt out and she slept in an instant.

Brian chamber monologue

The warrior woke groggy and stiff from lying in one position, for how long she wasn’t quite sure. Rhiannon sat down on a heap of rocks and focused on what was going on around her.

Priestesses were helping each other clear the field. Some were crying. The baffled Celt cried along with them for sheer relief. Many of the priestesses were wounded and at least five had succumbed to mortal amounts of lightning and fire bolts. She saw a few faces she knew among the dead visitors before closing her eyes again.

Balls of Brannan, did a horse and cart run me down or what? My head hurts, everything hurts. I’ve got to get off this island, then off the uh, Island and on a boat... to where? Amazons, where do they come from already? Mom told stories about them Trees, forest huts and short skirts and drums and feathers and come on brain dead. Uh... Must find out who this Gabrielle is. Either I just helped an innocent woman and this Gabrielle has some serious explaining to do or she’s a black soul that wanted to harm my sisters. Can’t think clearly, must rest and eat.  Shit, cry... “Mother” Rhiannon’s cry rang across the blood soaked field.

From the mists of Avalon to the misty mainland

In the crowded streets of Londinium, Rhiannon bargained herself a place aboard a ship as help cook. The captain, a strong, friendly man who came from Gaul, made sure the crew didn’t get rough with her. The times they tried, he found the young woman could hold her own. The Celt made sure hair or a hat covered her ears at all times. At home they would attract the kind of attention she didn’t need right now. She didn’t know how foreigners would react to a woman warrior with pointed ears. Frankly she didn’t want to find out if the humiliating reaction of her kinsmen was anything to go by.

The voyage wasn’t bad and the multi-cultured crew gave her fresh information on the various Amazon tribes. Especially when she sang for the men in the less stormy evenings. She was tempted to get more facts by tapping into the crew’s mind but reminded herself that she had no quarrel with them. Instead, Rhiannon put some effort into learning the code of the sailors and even made some friends along the way.

Getting off Avalon was the pits compared to this splash in Llyr’s big gulp, or Poseidon’s realm as the Greeks called it. It was dawn and Rhiannon stood on deck, leaning against some ropes, enjoying the salty air. The wind caressed her scalp and made her hair dance. The red warrior cringed as she remembered her efforts to get away. To summon the boat, the only boat that could get her off the sacred soil, she had to go back and face Eilan once more.

First of all she threw up when the stench of death hit her again, passing through the village center on her way back to Eilan. She recognized Ionah’s badly charred body in the neat line of casualties. Rhiannon prayed for the soul of her friend and mourned the loss of her sisters. Nobody deserved to burn alive. Not these women for sure. There and then she swore to find out who was responsible for this tragedy and not rest until she did.

Her aunt was wandering aimlessly through the narrow lanes in between buildings when the red head spotted her. With a few back flips the Celt closed the distance between herself and the High Priestess. “I need to summon the boat,” was all Rhiannon said after she landed in front of the older woman and before she locked eyes with her.

Yield to me Eilan of the Lake. Tell me the words. She held her aunt by the shoulders forcefully.

Eilan tried to close her eyes and failed. Her student had become her master so it seemed.

The girl had access to her mind but the High Priestess could not return the unwelcome intrusion. All she could do was give in or try to unbalance the girl. Since the first was out of the question, she shifted her weight onto her left leg. Eilan was about kick Rhiannon in the shin when the girl grabbed her by the throat and pushed her to the ground in one move.

Don’t give me a reason to snap your neck, woman. Rhiannon held the fragile woman down with ease and tightened her hold around the pale neck slightly. Her knee firmly pressed against Eilan’s shoulder, just in case.

“You don’t have a killer’s instinct dear. Bluff all you like, the chant is mine, and mine alone.” The High Priestess grinned at her niece.

Oh, you are good at this aren’t you? Hmm, let’s see. You... you would rather die instantly than ever feel any pain. The Celt pulled Eilan into a sitting position and stomped her in the stomach with the free hand, jammed a knee into her face as she slumped over and slammed into the old woman’s neck with her elbow. With the hand still on the woman’s throat, she pushed her back into the dirt.

Had enough? I can do that again if you’re not sure. No problem. The red head held her breath, raised her eyebrows in question and watched Eilan whimper and spit out a few teeth. Her idea was working. The old woman was clearly scared of her display of strength. The fear of more pain broke the High Priestesses power to block the deepest part of her mind from being entered. Eilan had once told her niece that she was afraid of pain and what the fear did to her. Listening had paid off. The sight was not always needed to overpower Eilan, so it seemed. 

The chant was simple enough and she got to The Lake shore before any of the nobles Eilan had ordered to stop her, got the chance to hinder her departure. The chaos provided good cover.

A light spray of seawater brought the red head back to the present. The waters were getting rougher and she held on to the rope coils for balance.

That stubborn woman.  She’s so occupied by the desire to be in control. Even if I’d killed an entire army of crazy Amazons, she’d still be on about her orders and me betraying her.

The Avalon gang and mother can get along without me while I find out who has the blood of my sisters on their hands. That Amazon came looking for some woman called Gabrielle and I plan on finding her. According to the ship’s navigator, a Greek, there is a fairly well known bard who goes by that name. She travels with a lady warrior but he didn’t know anything else, after being at sea for so long. Enough to go on for now I suppose.

The ship came to port in mist covered Gaul territory. Besides a couple of thugs roaming for food, coin or prejudice related intentions, the road to Greek country was like a big picnic to the geographical naive Celt. Her naivety being the best weapon to avoid attracting to much attention. After dodging Romans, Saxons, Vikings and her father, Greeks seemed pleasant enough. She soaked up the different cultures she crossed like a new born, first realising that what it sees is really there. Rhiannon stopped at an inn somewhere in Corinth for some cider and bread. The red head started to wonder if she would ever find this Gabrielle or the Amazon tribe.

The inn held a collection of men of the macho kind and several ladies of pleasure. Rhiannon settled into a booth near two good vibe-oozing examples. They both nodded at her. The bigger man gave her a warm smile, like she reminded him of something. The smaller blond man winked at her with his hearts wisdom glowing from behind friendly eyes.

The Celt relaxed and became very involved in the cheese and bread that a servant almost threw in front of her. Celts were not at all strange to the Corinthian public she soon understood. She had managed to get hold of some dinars, singing at taverns and inns on the way to Amazon territory. People were helpful and kind, when you respected their ways. Actually, finding Amazonia would be the real challenge. Villagers she had questioned on the subject had gone a little pale and walked away. Rhiannon had decided that the eaves drop approach, plan-b would become effective immediately, then realised that she was staring at the blond man.

“The name’s Ioulas and this big bag of cuddly bones is my best friend and travel companion Hercules.” The blond man beamed as he spoke and gave his friend a playful punch in the ribs.

“Oehai- uh, Hi, Hello.” The gentlest face she had ever seen on a man with such a large body turned to face her and smiled again.

Rhiannon extended her lower arm to Hercules, then Ioulas and smiled at them. She suddenly remembered one of the stories Boadecia once told her and her smile grew wider. “So you wouldn’t happen to be ‘The Hercules: hero of the people’ I’ve heard about?” Her face still cracked in a grin. The red head slid into the booth were the men sat and poured some cider from their tankard as her minds-eye suddenly filled with pictures of Eire and elves. She flung her head back and closed her eyes to suppress the memories of her childhood home and it’s strange ancients. Where did that come from?

“Not from these waters hey, stranger?” Ioulas guessed with a question mark for a face, also nodding and pointing to Hercules in an answer to her inquiry. His eyes searched her face and ended up resting to the side of her face long enough for her to guess her ears were showing.

“Not all together no. I’m Rhiannon of Avalon, pleased to meet you both. I’m honoured.”

The Celt stated and locked into Ioulas’ concerned gaze.

“Eire” Hercules vocalized with difficulty and cleared his throat “Are you from Eire?” He looked through the warrior sitting across the table instead of at her.

“I lived there as a child, yes. Boadecia of Britannia is my mother. She has a thing or two to say about the ‘little people’.” The Celt looked at her beaker and sighed. So much for eaves dropping then, gullible fool.

“And the Avalon factor you mentioned earlier?” Ioulas interrupted her thoughts.

“Oh, that.” Rhiannon kept her eyes focused on the cup in her hands and replied. “My mother and her sister take credit for that. My life was planned out by the High Priestess of Avalon, mom’s sister. I was to follow her footsteps but bolted before things got to far from my heart.” The woman took a sip of cider and waited for their reaction. For sure these men must‘ve come upon their share of weird and funky looking folks? Would they notice? She asked herself and frowned slightly, nibbling on the inside of her lip.

Hercules was the first to break the silence. “Do you have a place to stay for the night?

Ioulas and myself are staying at my brother’s stables. You’re welcome to share with us and a couple of horses and Pe- uh, parasites.”

His blond friend looked wide eyed at him before standing up and walking towards the inn door.

Hercules was looking slightly off guard with a goofy smile plastered on his face. Rhiannon decided to make use of the offer and followed the men out. So there are horses, a warm, comfortable stable hey, and clearly something that he doesn’t want me to know about. The Celt sighed and almost skipped alongside Ioulas. What a break.

“So who are you looking for Rhiannon?’ The blond man asked and pointed the way.

“I’m looking for a friend. One of the priestesses has developed a rebellious streak and I’m here to help her find the way back to her family. They are afraid she might get hurt or lost.” Looking at her surrounding with great interest, the Celt spun a tale and avoided eye contact, as much as possible. So far the hero’s helper bought her story.

“Sounds like someone I know.” Ioulas giggled. “It takes a rebel to know one and think like one. Do you need help?”

“Right now I need sleep and giving me shelter for the night is all the help I can do with. Tomorrow you might be able to show me where to find a map and supplies. Perhaps I could sing for you two as a return favour.” A wide smile accompanied her request and offer.

            New found wings

“And I’ve got strange connections. Didn’t feel like mentioning your brother is the bloody King of Corinth. Anything else you forgot to tell me?” Rhiannon edged the big fellow into conversation as they entered enforced dwellings.

Hercules stopped, faced the curious woman, opened his bulky arms invitingly and said, “Shoot.”

The red head lowered her head for a heartbeat, looked up at Hercules and let him know she was charmed by his openness with a wide grin. “As you were, friend. I don’t mean to storm the castle like that. Just worried if I should know about protocol ‘n all. I’d rather blend in, hard as that can be at times. At home they want folks to act like obedient sheep, whenever some ‘big fart’ noble is around. No disrespect intended to your brother, mind.”

“None taken.” Hercules replied. “What so ever. I know what you are talking about. The

‘big fart’ brother is out yonder and we pretty much have the place to ourselves. You know, the three of us and some ho-”

“You are not my type, the pair of you, so relax big fellow, relax.” Rhiannon interrupted when she saw the man blush shamefully and study a stain on his shirt with great concentration. “I think three is safer a number than one, being a lass ‘n all. I trust you. Do you trust me?”

“You haven’t given me a reason not to. I know how hard it can be as the stranger in town.” Another smile beamed across the man’s face.

Ioulas led the way into a small courtyard at the side of the main building and opened a door. The stable was sturdy and spacious. A fire burned in the center, horseboxes to the sides, some occupied by mounts and fresh straw as far as the building stretched.

Coming from a sealed box, seen from the corner of her left eye, the red head heard a soft constant twitching sound that reminded her of feathers ruffling. The building was saturated with a sweet, musky scent. Parasites my foot Hero Man. You’ve stashed some animal in that box, I’ll bet. And I just have to find out what Hercie is hiding, don’t I. The woman noted to herself and hid a smile behind her hands, pretending to yawn. And why does the king’s god-brother sleep in the stable anyway?

The two men eased into a routine and made a comfortable place to eat and rest up.

Only a few of the King’s guards patrolled the grounds, with his hero brother in for the night.

Rhiannon laid out her bedroll kept her leathers on and got under the plaid she used as a blanket. Her sword by her side, she pretended to fall asleep after wishing her companions a peaceful night an promising to sing for them tomorrow. Am I getting paranoid or was that all too easy? Such sweet blokes. Suppose I’ll find out what they think of me soon.

A low, whispering voice crossed her thoughts the moment she formulated them “So what do you think Herc. What’s an Avalon babe really doing out here? A warrior and priestess at that? Ioulas asked his friend. “Come to think of it... stick her in Gabby’s green top, imagine her hair a couple of tones lighter and you gotta admit there’s a resemblance.”

“You have an uh, active mind my friend.” Hercules chuckled and continued, “But I see what you mean. Although, this warrior has about the same height as another warrior we know.  A lot more woman coming at you if she’s into Xena’ s kind of action. Not that Gabrielle can’t suck a hard punch. But why she is really here, I have no idea? I do know that these ‘half breeds’ as some might call them on the Islands”. The hero paused and pointed at himself. “Us. They have about as much as a rough time over there, as I sometimes do here. I remember how they mistrusted me vividly. Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt for now. The only part I’m curious about is why she never mentioned she’s a half elf? She knows we saw her ears.”

Ioulas looked over to the sleeping form of Rhiannon and took his companion’s word for it.

“I don’t think I would advertise my ears if they looked like that. Greeks are known to act on their fear of the unknown. Makes sense.” The blond man yawned and stretched his arms in the air. “I’m with you pal. Now can we get some shuteye because Zeus won’t tolerate us coming late tomorrow. You know how he hates it when Pegasus’ hooves touch land for too long. The dumb animal gets cocky. And I don’t want to have to catch that- that- Thing again.” He sighed and rolled himself into a pile of straw. “Night Herc.”

“Good night Ioulas, tomorrow should be fun. Don’t worry about my father, as long as I have Pegasus, he can beg me for him. Mean while, we have perfect transportation.” Hercules replied, sprawled out on a horse’s blanket and dozed off with a grin.

As the two heroes’ fell into the arms of Morpheus, Rhiannon waited until she could hear two steady, deep breathing patterns of sleep. She sat up and gathered her gear without making a sound. The Celt sheathed her sword and faced the horseboxes to her left, then started to meditate.

Light as air, soft as water, light as air, soft as water, light as air.

The stable bathed in a green glow as the woman chanted to herself. Soft as water...

Quarter candle mark further, like a feather floating on a breeze she headed towards the sealed horsebox.

            Brain chamber dialogue

Hi there horsi- aren’t you a divine looking, double pare of trotters.

And wings to go hey... Okay here goes. Rhiannon took in the beauty of the horse for a moment and started chanting under her breath. “Epona, I invoke thee, by the spirit of the ‘uncloven hoof’. Let me control the instincts of this beast. Pegasus, yield to our unity, sense I mean you no harm.”

The woman mounted the animal from her slightly elevated position and dug her heals deep into its silvery white flanks.

The beast stood perfectly still, twitching its wings.

Rhiannon repeated her command and still nothing happened.

Please.

“What?”

Say please lady.

Oh, it’s you. But how ca- you think as a human?

Brought to you proudly by the Pantheon of Greece.

Yes and thank them for me will you bu-- how can you be discussing with me?

Horsie to Celtie, hello? The gods are at work here. Now, say please.

Gods stop fussing and get me out of here.

I’m waiting... still waiting.

Can’t hear you.

ALL RIGHT... Please?

‘T is that simple, hold on.

Woouaah, the doooor.

The warrior all but caught a glimpse of Ioulas jumping and stomping around in the courtyard and Hercules smashing his fist into the stable door. Pegasus lifted off with profound wing strokes and was above the clouds in what seemed a heartbeat.

Where to m’ lady?

            Easy for you to say

“Ephiny” The Bard hissed at the Regent sitting across from her seat in the food hut, from a certain warrior’s lap.

“What did I do or not do now my Queen?” Ephiny asked as she threw back some stray curls and looked straight at the Bard who she wanted to interrupt before things got more or less out of hand. Gabrielle noticed her eyes on them before she had the chance.

“That, stop staring and get some of your own... girlfriend! Oh, come on Eph. Only you know we are here yet.” Her Queen added and returned to biting her lover’s earlobe.

Ephiny took her eyes off the Warrior and her ‘demanding drapery’, with difficulty, intoxicated by their display of love. Easy for you to say Gabrielle, how long has it been since I’ve - Her inner musings were interrupted when a loud voice slapped around her ears.

“Can we have some privacy here?” Gabrielle asked with a smile before that raven-haired woman reclaimed her mouth for a quick kiss.

“For Zeuh- It’s a public place... girlfriend. Get to your hut already. Keep this up and the whole village is going to know their Queen is having it on with her wife in the back of the food hut. It’s almost time for lunch.” The Regent gulped down her wine and strode out of the quarters.

Every time they visit since they’ve admitted their love to each other, it’s the same. They get so wrapped up in each other, where ever they are. How am I supposed to get the Amazons to uphold some kind of privacy rule, when they do that? She’s the Queen for Artemis sake. Despite herself, the Regent giggled, remembering what happened when she was in love.

So long ago.

            To catch a Queen

Slightly dropping from their safe height, winged horse and rider hovered above the heart of the Amazon village. Rhiannon screened the village as best she could so high up.

Who would be in charge here? What does an Amazon Queen look like? Plenty of guards round the longest hut to the right. Hmm, steamy vibes coming from inside. Proud, very distracted Amazon woman coming out of the hut, only two guards. Good, she’ll do.

Swoop Peg, swoop.

What do we say, Rhi, what do we say?

Please Pegasus, swoop down. Let’s catch us a Queen by making her come to me for this beauty on legs.

Ephiny walked, deeply centered in her own thoughts, across the village square.

[What really happens now requires proper explaining of magick. But The Moon Goddess would have my hide if I spilled the beans here. Sorry folks, more Avalon hocus pocus stuff we won’t bother about. Branwyn, down girl.  If you really want to know more, visit the Harlequin’s hut, over at The Bards Village!]

In between two blinks, the Amazon found herself being lifted by the scruff of her neck, planted on a white flying blob and float off into sky while losing all control of her body.

Rhiannon grabbed hold of Pegasus’ mains tight as the beast swooped down on the absent minded Amazon. She picked up the bundle of surprised woman and pulled her up front.

Pegasus yielded to her command to lift and climb. The red head caught sight of the Amazon’s perplexed expression. Hello there precious, can’t take it all in yet can we. The Celt giggled and dropped the killer-Amazons dagger she retrieved from the mad woman on the spot where the curly haired Amazon had been standing.

The winged horse flew them to a field, a days walk from the Amazon village.

M’ lady, ‘t is here where this winged horsie gets off, God-Boss on line and he is not a happy man. Tell Epona, ‘t was a ride... linking up with a kindred spirit. Tell her... any time.

Rhiannon slid down from Pegasus’ back, holding on to the Amazon to break her fall.

My heart thanks you, my people thank you, I hope the Amazons will at hind sight.

Epona on your way, divide and sever the link, beast be off.

Oh, la di da, woman. You think these sisters can’t take care of them selves Elfling?

If you say so Pegas- “WHAT?”

The snowy white horse was already a dot in the sky, when it’s last word sunk in.

            Guards

Leather dug into dirt, callused hands clenched fists full of it. Xena was down on her knees, panting, teeth flashing as she snarled. “Damned horse.”

Gabrielle stood besides her looking from left to right with fire spitting eyes. The Bard couldn’t figure out whether to scream or scream even harder. She needed more than the usual search party, right now. The bard filled her lungs for a few commands, loud enough to raise the entire village.

“Guards, Amazons, Guaaards, Unite.” The Queen howled.

“Gabrielle.” Xena sighed and got up.

“GUARDS”

“Gabrielle.” Xena voiced loud to snap the blond out of her angry daze.

“Honey, We’ll find her much faster if we go look for her together. The sooner we get Eph back, the better.” The Warrior whispered into her lover ‘s ear and put an arm around her startled wife. “Take control my love, you can do it, focus.”

“Everybody hold it, freeze.” The Amazon Queen commanded over Xena’s shoulder were her chin rested upon.

Thadda girl. Xena chuckled to herself and looked round at the gathered Amazons and confused guards.  Turn on the royal stuff.

“Now listen up. Xena and I will take Argo and go look for my Regent to the south. That’s where the Pegasus horse seemed to be heading. Eponin, secure the village and assemble as many teams to search the other directions, just in case. Clear?” Gabrielle stated somewhat out of breath but with authority.

“I go where the Queen goes, and the Queen stays here. You aren’t on the road right now.” Solari reminded her Queen, stepping forward, hands buried in hips to back up her line, anticipating an argument from either Xena or Gabrielle. “Xena can tag along with one of the Amazon parties if the rest is okay with the idea. I don’t think it would hurt to have the Warrior Princes around right now.”

Lizzeah, the head battle instructor, who got on well with Xena offered to guard the Queen’s Consort if she joined her party and winked at the Warrior.