Scribe

It was in the early times that the Priestess of Papyrus placed the Holy writ before me and bade me write the vision and make it plain so that our people who read may run with the vision. You hold the pen of a ready writer. Hieroglyphics danced before me then carried me to the Temple for sanctification. Pierced with the hollow reeds that rose up from the Nile filled with the ancestors’ blood the Scrivener was born.

Books bit me as a child. I was infected with wordplay and phrases began to drip from my lips and out through my fingers. A light went on in my brain and I was never the same yet all the better for books piercings. Dewey Decimal was a Vampire more worthy than Dracula.

Chosen by the Muses who have awakened me early in the pre-dawn morning and kept me going until Luna takes her place in the night skies. Athena, Isis, Lakshmi, Benzaiten, have anointed me as the High Priestess Oracle as I take my place in the Council of Elders. I ascend my Throne the sacred parchments are placed before me and I begin.

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