Priestess
Beneath the full moon's glow she stood, lean and sleek as a cat. Her head tilted back seeming to glimmer silver. As the light washed Annabelle's face, glinting off the horseshoe crescent crown at her brow. Marking her transition from puberty to womanhood. Letting the world know she was ready to take her place as Priestess of her village. And that the days of acne and teenage angst were far behind her. This night Annabelle walked the woods knowing she was watched over by the Goddess. Bound not only to the land, but also her people. One of a few.
Those touched by the Lady were rare. Each unique in their own way. For Annabelle her gi