Hidden Symbols.

Arthur stood in his private quarters starring at the stone wall in front of him. A couple minutes passed before he noticed the presence of one of his servants, and realized he was almost completely naked. "I am so sorry my lord, I'll leave you to … Arthur you are hurt." He shook his head clearing the memories flooding back to him. "Do not trouble yourself, Damia," he replied while grabbing on to the cloth wrapped around his waist. "Nonsense let me help you, please Ar—my lord."

"How long have you been in service to me? It is seven years now, I think it is more than appropriate for you to call me by my given name. I am no noble to be held in high esteem." He raised his green eyes to meet her shinning blue ones. She was so loyal to him and hem to her although she didn't know it. She placed a warm hand on his neck.

"One day you will be held highest among men, one day your name will be the meaning of honor. I have always honored your name and one day soon the world will follow." Arthur had never seen Damia look so beautiful before. Some wisps of hair, which had fallen away from the bun that held her ebony hair, were framing her round face. In that moment Arthur realized the depths of his feelings for her. And again he denied them.

"Do not speak your witchcraft to me woman." The harshness of his words stunned her.

She walked over to his beloved sword and picked it up from its resting place, it was still covered in blood. As she did this the sleeve of her dress moved to reveal a flower tattoo. One Arthur had traced with his finger the times he had welcomed Damia to his bed. "Why my lover do you deny the one whose symbol you carry into battle? The symbol you trust with your life as well as the lives of your faithful knights? Why do you insult the only mother you have left? She loves you Arthur She loves all of her children do not deny the divine womb from which you came, but embrace her love."

Arthur walked over to which Damia stood, "Of whom do you speak? Some heathen Goddess? I follow God the Father to follow others is a sin. I need His love alone, I do not carry any others symbol," he said in a scolding tone.

At this she just smiled. "Her symbol is that of your beloved Christ for She and the Father created him together as they created us lover. They together sent him here to teach of love." With her index finger Damia marked Arthur with the sign of the cross with blood from his sword.

"See it is love to be valued never war. You and the Mother both wield the sword; She will protect you as you have protected Britain. Your soul has already claimed her now let your heart. She is no heathen goddess but your heavenly mother who is joined with your heavenly father." She knelt down onto the floor where now Arthur was seated. "I beg of you to ask her to release you from the pain that even my love of you can not." At these words Arthur wept while being embraced by his faithful lover. She dressed his wounds and that night they made love both believing they had been brought together by Mother and Father God.

Many Years later Arthur would look back on this night as the night his soul was reborn. As Damia had said he became a man honored among men, he was High King of Britain. He turned around a maid was in the doorway bidding his attention. At his approach she placed an infant in his arms. His daughter mothered by Damia. He grieved then for his daughter's mother she had been killed by his wife, who had trapped him in a loveless marriage. Tonight was about him and his daughter remembering a woman that had showed him the hidden symbols of his soul. He whispered "Everything is alright my beautiful Gaia; your mother is with the one who is mother to us all."