The world ends every year with the Wheel of the Year. Every day a world ends and another ends, and it has always been so from the beginning of time. All of my life, for as long as I can remember, have walked for so long between the worlds, as they say, If this world, this life were to come to an end, I would spend it as I do every day. I would arise with the dawn, savor its light, and the joy that I get from walking into my garden, the plants still so heavily laden with the dew that it makes my skirts heavy and cling to me. After a light breakfast, I would spend the rest of the day in the forest or at the cottage tending to the various things that need doing. One last time, one last Rite would be cast as I prepared myself to walk into the Summerland, and the world beyond
Muse Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction
Word Count: 160
Life Belongs to Sekhmet 