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Imagine this...
You come to a high iron gate. Beyond the bars, it's too dark to see. Two dragons tower high above you at the ends of the entrance, their long teeth bared and narrow eyes gleaming. They could lift you with a single paw. Were it not for the stone skin, you'd think they were alive...
At their feet stand two guards at attention. You tilt your head, wondering if you should greet them, but the cold stare from their dark eyes keeps you quiet. Still, there's something about them, some feeling of peace that you get standing between them. Protection. Strength. Serenity in a strange place.
Look at the gate, go on. Find the handle...
The iron creeks as it swings forward, and a cool wind chills your soul. With a glance over your shoulder you look back to the world which was familiar, yet so alien. You cannot go back there, and you know it. There is but one way to move.
Forward you step, lightly so not to make any sound. Yet each connection with your bare foot to the ground echoes in rhapsody of the unknown. The stone walls holding the gate disappear into the mist, and with an alarmed eye you scan the area, looking for something to ground yourself with. There is nothing but mist-filled dark space. You still your feet and close your eyes to pensively listen, trying to pick out the slightest movement.
You hear nothing, but another gust of wind opens your eyes.
Trying not to gasp at what stands before you takes a great summon of power, yet everything inside is drained as you try to keep your feet still. A woman stands before you; rigid, her face aged with wrinkles. Your eyes beg of an answer, a center, a reason which you were drawn here. You long for something to tell you whether you should turn around, forget this journey. The panic in your soul has the woman smiling.
"Don't be afraid," her voice cackles. "The greatest trial is already behind you."
"And what..." you try to find your voice, "...trial is that?"
"A test of strength. An inner voice beckoning you forward past your fear into the mysterious," she assures you, yet you can't ignore that wicked glint in her eye.
"Who are you?" Some brevity returns to your heart. Like an innocent fool.. you have yet to realize what is to come. You cannot tell back from front, right from wrong. Your eyes can barely adjust to the dark, her silhouette fading in and out of the mist. You can only guess that it is all right to ask questions.
"A friend..."
You scoff, thinking of her amusement at your worry, thinking of her unwillingness to give you a straight answer, thinking...
"...and you're thinking too much. Relax, trust, and let go."
Her image fades away. A panic ripples through your soul, and nearly crying you shout out, "Wait!" But she is gone. Left alone again, you wander as before, until your feet begin to feel a softer surface.
Sand.
Tiny grains that run through the crevaces of your toes. You look around. "My word." you breathe to yourself. Your eyes soften to the landscape, gentle hills of sand and beyond that the ocean you have just traveled over. Ancient architecture stands strongly still, peeking out from behind the ever present mist. This is Avalon, a realm of dominance and submission, of love and passion, of pain and pleasure... Avalon thrives off of the spirits that pass through here..
The ways of the past melt from your shoulders. Life has to be figured out. Again. A sweet surrender envelopes your soul, to what... you do not know. Maybe to the one you long to call your Master or Mistress... but certainly to a life that you have longed to call your own. The first one to claim you is always the passion of D/s.
This world can be as mystical and as enchanted as you make it out to be. But what lies beyond us now is up to you. You shape your destiny, you ready yourself for what there is to come. It's a wonderful, magical journey, enjoy it my brothers and sisters.
Love and Support Always,
Anna Willo
