Cedar Sweep From Whence You Came

This was a pilgrimage. A short one, but a pilgrimage all the same. She had decided that she would return to the river where Eshamun had found her, to look upon the place where her eyes had first seen true light. She had been reborn in this place and it was much like a mother's den. Her steps were slow and careful as she sought it out, wanting to find the exact place. She would pray here, for herself and for her tribe. Her mind had been muddled of late, turned by the bitter selfishness of wanting to keep Eshamun's children from the Many Armed God. Though the fog was slowly clearing, she wanted it gone now. She was finally, finally, begining to see the light again, she thought.

Still, there were shadows in her mind. Doubts in her heart. It shamed her, burned her soul to doubt her God. So she desired to come here, to gather her thoughts and herself. She would never dream to turn her back on Molech, for that would be turning her back to fact for fiction. She was not blind and she would not willfully be blind. Molech was light, Molech was God. It was her where the problem resided. Her mortal inadiqusies that made her doubt and long and feel selfish. Such was the sin of mortals.

So she was searching for the bend in the river where she had caught her last meal in the dark. Her head craned and her eyes searched the trees and the places nearby until she found the place. She stared at the dark and silent stream, walked to where she had lay with her fish, devoid of hope and life. She turned her eyes to where Eshamun had approached from and smiled. She dipped her head in prayer, thanking Molech.

Sudden emotion seized her, remembering where she had been as she lay here, how she had contemplated ending her life. Tears leaked from her closed eyes and dripped down her muzzle. Molech was good to her, had always been good to her. She had been saved, again and again. She was not unaware of her surroundings but she was greatly absorbed in her prayer, and her emotions for her God.