- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
She Almost Made It
Under the oceans the downward pulse of decay and wars from surface earth reached the wise women of Atlantis and they could bear no more.
The Mother called the coven-sisters and stroked the green tendrils of each bent head. 'One of you must go,' she said, 'before we all end.' The Chosen One must take wisdom to the benighted hearts of human women who resigned she-strong-power to wanton men.
Anemone prostrated herself before the Beloved and she offered to be the messenger, knowing she could never go back home. Her last lover had died in the ice of Winter Waters and now she wished to make her grief-sacrifice.
Mother prepared her and passed on all she knew in seven days and seven nights of water wake. On the eighth day Anemone swam from the deep, transformed into a land-woman of strangeness and bold, becalmed beauty, but as she regained her breath she saw a mushroom cloud and blinded she knew she was too late.