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of the altar, stood a high priestess. To her right and left, two lines gathered. A young man walked down the middle, wearing a sword that looked as long as he was tall but he walked straight and proud, looking every inch a laird's

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itual leader of her people. I've heard the rumors amongst my father's men, the men that were on the battlefield that fateful day. They said the dead rose and follo

base of the trees watching the proceedings. A small bird landed on her bouquet and chirped at her. She smiled and nodded to the bird, as if understanding the chirping noises the bird had made. The bird flew up and lande

ummers. As she stopped in front of me, she looked up and a small shy smile graced her lips. I couldn't help b

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ber. I watched my surroundings in a detached manner, after all, my whole life has bee

ts. For my bridal bouquet, I carried white orchids, yellow daffodils, gillyflowers, with

soon to be father in law. Though it is not customary, I was barefoot and every step brought me closer to Johan, the blue-grey eyed boy I have dreamt about since I was

changed from their original warm honey to a swirling, shimmery see through silver. The lines closed to form a layered semicircle, three peo

her hands toward the sky

eplied, “G

air, fire, water, earth and spirit to join us and

e before us of you

nswered

tara, do you come before u

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. Face each other and raise your left hands.” We complied. The high priestess made a small inci

e bound, your lives and spirits are joined. With the binding of your hands, I bind your love with protec

body, That we may be one. I give you my spirit, Til our life is do

u my body, that we may be one. I give you my spirit, Til our life is

joined in. "

he gods be with you and bless you. May you see your children's children's children. May you be poo