The May Queens' Memoirs
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My story is not an easy one to explain. For years my life was simple and almost boring. I lived a normal life as an average girl with the regular problems and usual worries of most teens. It was on my sixteenth birthday when things began to change.
It was said by my parents that I was born during the flowery month of May . The May Queen Festival had just started its celebration of the spring season on May 1st. They called me their little may queen on a daily basis, it got annoying .
My first name Selene, was said to be from a distant relative. My middle name of Marina was because of their love for the lake we live beside. I was soon to find out all of that was false.
As I blew out the last of my candles I felt a sharp prickly feeling on my neck. My head started to hurt and voices hurt my ears. I excused myself from friends and family to lay down. When I woke up I saw my mother standing in the doorway. The moon shown in through my bedroom window basking me in its glow. I felt better. My mother told me she needed to tell me some things. I sat up. She explained with tears in her eyes that what she was about to say was a very delicate matter. She looked worried and scared.
"Your father and I had been trying to start a family for years and couldn't." I listened not understanding where this was going. She went on " You were like an answer to our prayers." She had started to shake. "We were finally going to have a little girl!" "I got really tired that day and your father was at work." I can still recall how she started to gasp for air. I remember putting my hand on her shoulder. My mom had continued. "I miscarried all by myself !" I just fell over in pain and couldn't reach the phone." "Then it was over." She had said nervously. "Your father when he came home was devasted so he went out for a walk."
She had explained that my father had been the one who found me . Cirrus, our dog was the next to spot me that night in May." He said you were laying by the lake's edge cooing up to the full moon." she had explained. She went on about how I was completly naked except for a moon-stone necklace around my neck .
" We actually watched the papers and news for anyone that may have lost a child but none of my descriptions fit." she had said. I remember I put my hand on her shoulder and she just sat there rubbing her eyes. I remember feeling so confused, so utterly lost. Then I got mad. "Why did you wait so long to tell me?" I had asked ,feeling betrayed .
"We worried perhaps we would lose you." I frowned. "Who could you lose me to?"I replied.
"This is going to take a while!" she had exclaimed.
So to make an old story short.
I am not a normal mortal. I have many names for what I am. I am part human and part werecat, bastet, shapeshifter. My abilities are scrying, and healing abilites through my moonstone, sentient thinking beyond human level, above normal strength and stamina. I am a apothecary and quite knowledgeable of herbs and potions. I am stongest during a full moon. I can call on any felines for aid.
I am also a star gazer and from them I gained my "lucky stars." It is said that some were-cats are from royalty. I found that my father was a moon god and fell in love with my mother a water goddess. It was forbidden that they were to two see one another. My father, at first glance fell in love with my mother Marina, Goddess of the Water. I glimpse the two lovers on full moon nights caressing one another in reflections ebbing on our lake. Her long hair flowing in the water around his pale white arms. She sings to me in a whisper above the water when I am lonely.
When I morph a tiny moon crescent appears on my forehead. My feet are polydactyl and my claws extra long. I am part nymph from a gift of my Aunt, a mayfly or aquatic nymph. She gave me this gift on my 17th birthday.
The water gives me strength. It is from the water that all living matter evolves. The moon controls our very tides and is our satellite reflecting the sun. Few can stare at the moon and not feel romance. The stars give me infinite wisdom, luck and the idea of love. I carry of pouch of stardust with me. It is said star crossed lovers are ill-fated but my parents have proven them wrong. I look to the stars for hope that I may one day find my mate. To look upon someone with "starry eyes" is meant for a reason.
Now you know how I began, now I will tell you of myself today.
When in human form I usually wear a maypop necklace and meadow beauties through my sunkissed braid. I prefer to be barefoot but if needed for travel , I will wear boots. I prefer when in human form and at school to wear long sleeved flowing shirts of blue and torquise with the blackest of jeans and black doc martin's . My hair is long and usually in a braid or twist. My eyes are hazel like the meadow's grass but change depending on my mood.
The woods and meadows are my home and I am most alive there at night. It was there my friend ,Otto the owl, told me my first lesson. Otto sees all, hears all. He warned me that my father moon has many that desire him and that my mother water is envied by many,some of them dark and evil.
=(^.^)= h.o.w.