Emma of Rhyl

Chapter One of many to come

Emma of Rhyl

She was a 13 year old black hair, blue-eyed girl.

Her name was Emma and she had something very special inside.

You see Emma contained red liquid of both Welsh and Syrian mystic magick.

Emma was the seventh child of 11 and she taught herself to learn, live and love in a way so rich that it seemed impossible to comprehend considering the tools she was provided.

Her father was a fevered alcoholic and her mother the kindest mother hen who could not afford to spare Emma the time to shape her into a woman of means.

She grew up by a river and encountered such creatures who benefited from the flow of waters.

Emma was born under the fire moon on December 3rd, 1919.

She was catapulted into an existence of confusion and despair.

Now that she had reached the ripe age of 13, she had decided to understand the visions and callings which visited her since she could remember.

She did not find much privacy in the dilapidated mansion her father inherited through a chain of odd events which provided a path for Emma so clear.  The path was a fatefully designed story which had been brewing inside her veins with the blood of the ancient Amocras people.

A people which originated on the Welsh west coast near the town of Rhyl.

Rhyl was a town strategically placed in a way that the circumference of the stars could be appreciated as the scent of the sea would intoxicate the senses.

Here is where a Syrian Prince and a Welsh Witch found an abyssed love which would carve itself into the landscape of all those generated by their mingling.

The prince had traveled over 2000 miles to reach this mystic seaside town because of a dream he had held to memory since he was a child.

This dream had become an obsession and commanded the Prince to fulfill his destiny by seeking the image of a yellow-haired girl who wandered the halls of a castle.  This castle was situated between a great sea and a slow river.

Little did he know this location which he envisioned was Rhuddlan Castle which sat strategically next to the River Clwyd and the welsh west coast.

It would be a traveling soothsayer that would enlighten the Prince and assist him in the navigation directed towards this castle and this maiden.

You see it was the peak of peace between states and trade was fluent between cultures and lands which spanned distances which could not be measured.

This soothsayer found himself at the feet of the Prince on a day in which his predictions were rejected by the Prince's father.  The soothsayer was begging for mercy for such erroneous visions he had seen for the Prince's father and had thrown himself at his feet.  As he implored the aristocrat's forgiveness, the soothsayer noticed his son, the Prince, next to his father and his eyes had black purity.

In an instant, a vision possessed the soothsayer and he saw the Princess of the Rhuddlan Castle holding a child with the same black and pure eyes.

The soothsayer sprung to his feet and grasped the Prince's hands and declared he must leave at once for his destiny awaited him in the land west.

Intrigued the Prince pursued this vision for it was so eerily familiar to him, it was like a voice of a patriarch he had heard as a child.

And so his quest was defined and he followed his fate.

This was the start of Emma's blood, her love, her path which would extend beyond all of time.

Emma had visions of these two lovers, one of black pure eyes and the other of yellow-hair.

She knew these two, though far from meeting of the minds, were cemented by the universe for they had coupled into a unified energy below the fire moon.

She was 13 and she had inherited the wisdom of this fantastic mixture of reds.

Emma was beginning to see that her hands were to be guided by vibrations so unearthly the gods would envy her connection.  

It was a gray day and Emma was washing her muddy feet in the river.

As she felt the cool water course through her toes, she heard a strange noise across the flow and noticed a raven.  

This onyx bird of prey was flickering its wings frantically and was bawking an unusual proclamation of pain.

Emma jumped to her feet and quickly crossed the river to comfort this large black bird.

The bird did not flinch when Emma cupped its wings.

It was as though they were old friends, and her hands were much needed warmth and love.

She held the raven next to her chest and felt a rush of emotions overtake her senses.

Emma was trajected into a mystic realm.

In this realm she would find her strength, her magick and her way back to Rhyl.

To be continued...