Games of Epona

For the Historical Fiction Competition: Across ancient lands, to far flung places, the Celts thrived and lost with swirls of blue ink, bravery and the hardship of surviving in European wilderness. In the Taexali tribe and her days of testing, the daughter of ri named Fia finds love in the form of the family's new slave Lennox. A war is brimming, and fragile and low ranking lives are always first to perish. Fia finds herself drawn to both sides with both her and Lennox's fate strung along by the gods themselves or one goddess in particular: what will become of a familiar forbidden love in times unwritten and unknown?


1. Forward Note:

How curious the light behaves
Reflecting off the dancing waves.
Oh how my very being craves
A view from down below.

Suspended in my watery lair,
I would not need to gasp for air,
For I’m no longer human there
Beneath the icy flow.

It’s peaceful there, but I have found
I still can hear the distant sound
Of voices of the souls who drowned
And left loved ones to mourn.

The lonely wails transmit the pain
Of those who just could not remain
So journeyed to the unknown plane
Of dead souls and unborn.

But in this world there still exist
Survivors who will always miss
The passion of their lovers’ kiss
That warmed them night and day.

Though here above the vast, cold sea,
My heart is without tragedy,
For I have someone dear to me
Who hasn’t passed away.

Never let that be untrue,
For I could not bear thoughts of you
Trapped underneath the ocean blue
Deprived of your last breath.

No harm to you would I condone,
For I’d be left here on my own
To face this tragic world alone,
A fate far worse than death.

- A Celtic Poem

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