Ostara Story by Blayze

It is the calm before the dawn. The smell of night blooming flowers is carried by a light breeze. A full moon hangs overhead, sending silver beams to illuminate the paths of the forest. A flash of white can be seen through the trees. 

Into a clearing lit by the moon lightly steps a Maiden clothed all in silver and white. Vines of spring flowers are entwined up her arms and her girdle is hung with ivy and and silver disks. At her waist is a silver flask. Upon her head is a shining silver crown, glowing with tall candles, heady with the scent of honey.

She begins to dance in an ever tightening spiral towards the centre of the clearing. There at the centre lies a large flat stone with a rough bowl carved into its surface. She takes the silver flask from her waist and leaps across the stone, continuing her dance. Twice more she leaps and joy and wild abandon light her face.

Suddenly she stops. A faint glimmer of rose-gold light apperas from the East. She pours the contents of the flask into the bowl of the stone. She kneels before it and kisses the symbol of an equal armed cross surrounded by a circle that is carved into the side of the stone. As she bends her head, the flames atop her candle crown touch the surface of the liquid within the bowl and it ignites.

The Sun rises in the East and the clearing is now bathed in gold.

The flames in the stone bowl leap higher as the dawn light grows more intense, echoing the Maiden's joyous leaping but a moment before. She raises her head from the stone and looks to the East. From out of the glow of the risen sun a figure walks.

It is a Youth wearing only a loincloth. His hair is burnished copper and falls to his shoulders. The buds of small antlers poke up from his brow. He has the look of one entranced as he walks through the trees.

The Maiden moves toward him. He looks at her with a start and falls to his knees in awe of her beauty. As she moves closer to the Youth, flowers burst forth from grass bent beneath her step. Her gown of white and silver ripples in the sunlight. the vines at wrist and waist entwine her body to form stiff green embroidery of leaves and flowers. The candle flames upon her crown dance in time to the flame in the bowl and the light in her eyes.

At last she stands in front of him, and taking his hand she gently helps him to his feet. She motions for him to follow her and begins to dance around the clearing once more, leaping and spiralling across the grass with flowers bursting into bloom behind her. He moves awkwardly at first, his knuckles white and his face full of confusion. But as the dance progresses his face lights with a joy to mirror hers. They dance and twist and leap around the clearing until a riot of leaves and flowers cover the ground. 

He begins to take on the rose-gold glow of the sun as a sheen of sweat coats his skin. The sun is now high overhead as they have danced the morning away. She draws him towards the stone in the centre of the clearing and bring him to stand before the flames. They leaps up high and form a twisting spiral pillar of light at his presence. The light caresses his skin and entwines his limbs. Where the light touches him, whorls and spirals leave their mark. From fresh skinned youth his body is covered in tattoos of shimmering bronze, copper and gold, his eyes glowing with reflected and inner light.

She releases his hands from her grip and reaches down to the ground. With one smooth movement she lifts the greenery of the clearing like a cloak and settles it about his shoulders.

He stands cloaked in the green world with the Sun shining from his eyes.

He grows taller and stronger, muscles rippling under the golden skin.

She takes the flaming crown from her brow and places it upon his head. Instantly it shades to gold and the metal twists and writhes to form two large antlers, man tined upon his own brow. The buds of his youth are now only reflected in the buds of flowers bursting forth upon his cloak.

He laughs with joy and ecstasy.

The sun is sinking lower in the sky now, but before it sinks into the west she kisses him on the lips. Their bodies grow rigid with desire, his arms encircle her as they kiss.

But suddenly the Maiden is no longer there. A shining spear is held in the newly crowned King's arms. The shaft entwined with silver filligree and green enamel. The head a silver flame, pure as the moonlight.

The King has found and accepted his power. Day and night equal but the Sun Crowned King is now in the ascendancy of his power. He sinks down upon the stone, cradling the silver spear like a lover whilst the sun sinks into the West.

All that remains is a forest clearing lit by the newly risen moon and a lonely figure glowing gold and shining in the dark, head bent over a spear. Weeping at beauty and power and waiting for the new dawn to arrive.