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Slivers of silver moonlight dance on the cave floor, and glimmer onto the walls. Each one of the glimmers of light is a tiny world reflecting back as stars on the black backdrop of the damp, hard rock. The craggly surface bit into my skin as I crouched low waiting. My naked body felt vulnerable, and as the drumbeat began to quicken, I grew scared.
I was scared of what lay outside the cave mouth, what lie beyond. I was scared of the unknown, that deep dark oblivion that lies just beyond the veil of our world. Some say it is the world of the dead created by the thoughts and memories of the living. In our stories that world is in a constant state of flux, evolving as did man. Man's nature is dark to its core. It is vicious and blood-thirsty filled with greed and hatred. The stories of the other realm all reflect that putrid nature. Creatures made from the demons of mankind hearts roam the everlasting darkness that is the world of the dead. They feed on whatever being wanders their way. Their forms too grotesque for mention.
It is those beings that come to mind now, as I huddle in the dark cave watching the myriad moonbeam stars dance along the cavern walls. Their light is hope, pure and simple. For among those stars lies innumerable worlds each one as diverse as the grains of sand in the desert, or the drops of water in the river.
A scream filled with bear of blood lust reaches my lips. Two hands reach from the darkness. Their heads are covrined in the freshly skinned flesh of an elk, their hearts filled with danger. Their mouths sewn shut to reflect the silence of the afterlife.
One man, bigger than the other, threw me to my feet. The other man grabbed my hands and tied them loosely together. The larger man tied a large skin to my face covering my eyes. The binding was a symbol of my powerlessness to act in the other realm. The veil is meant to confuse the mind during the ecstasy of ritual.
As the drums buzzed with life, the men took me and spun me. In the dark cirlces of my despair I twist about losing all sense of place and time. Finally they lead me to the edge of the cave. The rest of the world begins to shake and pulse with a rhythm. The air smells of burning herbs, and the fire with spiced wood. The effect was dulling to the senses, leading me only further into a trance. I barely noticed it but I was lead to rest my head on a stone, and chanting voices began to buzz all around me. They turn into high pitched shrieks as the drum pace quickens and the energy raises. The Chantrixes intone the sacred names of the old gods, one after the other, sacred brothers and ancestors, they all surround me and lift my spirits with hope. Their presence buzzes throughout the air, almost tangible electric. This was not a tension palpable and full, it was the subtle boom of the power flowing all around me. Ad the voices began to close in around me, the world began to fade.
What was left was blackness, no sound, no sight, nor smell. Here I was simply an observer, unable to participate in the scenes that were surely playing out around me.
Hands grab the top of my head, and they pull on me as a midwife would to a newborn babe. I hear rhythmic breathing, and my head begins to split in two with pain. I am in a tunnel now, filled with light, and and damp warmth. No longer am I wrapped in the safety of tissue and muscle. I will have to move freely to be brought into independence and learn the ways of the world. The light is getting closer, and the hands are pulling harder. My voice cries out unable to bear the ordeal, and I begin to feel something strange. Though the hand is pulling me from the womb, I understand myself, I understand how things work, how they move. I have knowledge of this world before me this pitch dark.
I rest no longer in the womb of my mother. I am floating in simple, comforting darkness. My whole body begins to glow with energy, bursting at the seams. The light is unbearable pulling my energy this way and that. The flash is blinding and just as I know my eyes can't take any more. The energy erupts into a volcano. The waves burst my bindings and uncover my eyes. I have been given the freedom to act, and the wisdom to see. A throng of hands start to grope me and call my name. It is the voice of the Chantrixes calling me back to my home.

A light appears, and now I am standing in another tunnel, filled with my loved ones and friends, they smile, and call out to me ushering me forward. I run and run until I cannot run any longer, my body is in sight. I climb in ready to awaken.
The Hag, initiator and reaper, stands before me. Her wizened eyes, and loving grin look back at me with honor. I am power I am strength, I have been initiated into the mysteries.
She helps me up, with surprising strength and screams out in a thrill high pitched voice, announcing to the gods the birth of another Sorceress. I find that I was laying at the foot of a fire in a large circle of stones. The Hag takes me to each stone intoning the name of the old. Then she leads me to the head of the circle.
“Old Ones I present to you Lilith Mistress of Darkness Chantrix of the Underworld.” The old Hag screamed.
“Cry out Lilith intone your name with the sacred power and make it your own.”
the name is strange unknown to my newborn lips. I am no longer Lilit child of the valley more, I am the sacred queen commander of the Elements. A strength threaten to rise up to fill me and I burst screaming like no tomorrow would ever dawn, “LILITH!!!”

You need to make this review-able. I'll review it then.

it was good, I like how you portrayed the seemingly initiation? with child birth. Good stuff                         -deborinquen