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While out of the dark swirling void chaos crept

With teuiled

Deceived by the ind, chaos captured Her child”

“The dark took Her son The young brilliant one”

Just as Broud had taken her son Zelandoni told the story so well, Ayla found herself feeling anxious for both the Mother and Her son She was leaning forward, not wanting to miss a word

“And Her luminous friend was prepared to contest,

the thief who held captive the child of Her breast

Together they fought for the son She adored

Their efforts succeeded, his light was restored”

“His energy burned His brilliance returned”

Ayla let out a deep breath and looked around She wasn’t alone in being caught up in the story Everyone’s rapt attention was focused on the large woman

“The Great Mother lived with the pain in Her heart,

That She and Her son were forever apart

She ached for the child that had been denied,

So She quickened once more from the life-force inside”