Flax-Golden
None of us were expecting the evening to end in a decapitation. But there it was, we were arguing and trying to find out what the hell was going on, and then Meg decides to solve the problem with her sword.
Nobody was more surprised than the GM. But he had to admit, it was an obvious solution when our enemy had taken all the magic of the land into herself.
We wound things down, and everyone picked up their stuff- crafts or notepads to write down what had happened, to make sure it was real. I’m the Shel- the storyteller. When we have a session, I work away on my spindle. It took a little while to get the hang of it, when I started, but now it’s become as natural to me as breathing, as I begin, I sigh with the rightness of it. As I once did with my…but that’s the past. Or maybe just the part of my life that is not the meetings. It always feels so far away when I come here.
We meet every blue, pink, harvest and full moon without fail. It’s the time for these things. I don’t know why, but it’s what I was told when I started. We go our separate ways to our separate lives. I’m not sure I would know the others if I met them in the street. I don’t know what happens to us when we meet, or after.
Sometimes one of us stops coming, and we have to find a replacement. Usually it is because someone came after them for the story, one of the ones who has found out a little, and in their half-understood madness seeks to put things back the way they were. But they don’t realise- we are not the story, and we do not truly make it, for all that we bring it out of ourselves, the story is the city, and the people. It’s soaked through, saturating stone and skin. They cannot take the story from the city any more than they could find the moon in the harbour reflection.
Tonight, after the evil witch was beheaded, I went out onto the balcony. We meet at the GM’s villa, a high place and baked, in the summer, by the heat rising from the city laid out below us. They don’t know us, any of them. But I looked out over the night silence of the city, and as I saw the twinkling lights, the romance of the stars above, the shadows full of mystery, potential, danger, I knew that what we were doing was right. The magic was coming back.
