The meaning of Death in the Tarot,
*As written in Divination: Myths and Murky Mumblings
By Millicent Mauve the Magnificent
**The Death tarot card most often represents change, transformation, and the end of a particular cycle of which one has become increasingly familiar with. Every end can be said to result in a new beginning, for all that exists in the universe is never destroyed, but is simply altered in form and cast in a different direction then where it held residence before. We continually undergo physical and spiritual transformation throughout our lifetimes, and the Death tarot card symbolizes the collective force of these changes, all turning points which allow us to re-shape our current model of the world, of ourselves, and of each other. To exist in a constant state of complacency, fixed in thought and behavior, closed off and fearful of change, is to ignore the opportunity to grow and flourish under new conditions, or to remain in the same environment but with a different perspective, approach, or understanding of our experience within existence.
The Death tarot card is a strong indicator of a dramatic change about to take place, whether this is a physical or spiritual relocation, or even the act of giving up old habits, something new and meaningful is in the works.
Alone there, kneeling in the soft verdant dirt of the forest floor in a puddle of her own visceral filth, she waited in tense silence for the proverbial other fist to fall. As the day grew later, and the clime colder, the anticipation and corresponding fear and despair increased exponentially. She was meant to be a sacrifice, right? Sacrifice implies death, but perhaps they really meant to keep torturing her perpetually like a mortal Prometheus until all that was left was a gibbering, drooling slice of flesh smeared on the forest floor. Hands bound, behind her, she turned her head and vomited pure bile from her empty stomach, her heart stuttering in her chest. She just wanted it to be over, why were they drawing this macabre play out past its due? Everyone knows a proper sacrifice ought to be done efficiently on an altar, why go through all this bloody trouble? The girl she used to be quipped, stirring somewhere in the depths of her wrecked psyche. Then she was gone, and she was all that remained, and all she wanted was release from the horror of her existence. The grey cloudy light sank incrementally down past the tree line while she tried to let go of her consciousness, but every moment was a flash back, to their fingernails on her thigh, molten rocks coughed up from a bloody throat, feet stripped of flesh, eyes left untouched, running out of veiling water, dry and painful and seeing bits of herself lying around her, and the rictus grins of their metal faces. The sky shifted into dusk and then came the darkness and she began to shake, because she knew that this was when they would come, here in the dark, and one way or another she had decided, she would die in this place.
The moon rose, high and full above her, a beauteous thing that would have once brought to mind thoughts of grace and magic, but she knew, somehow, that this time it would bring them, and in their magic there was no grace to be found at all.
They arrived in a swirl of darkness, black cloaks somehow staining the night itself a darker shade of black, with loud pops like gunshots announcing them, one, two, three…seven.
"She is ready," came a deep, disturbingly human, voice from beneath the cowl of first cloaked figure. "If this works, we can finally bring this spell to our Master, and we will rise above the ranks of the lowly, our Lord will reward us above all others and we will cleanse the wizarding world of the filth that dare to walk among us."
*In case you couldn't tell this is a purely fictional book...
**no, unfortunately I can't claim that I wrote this bit either, I borrowed it from a website about Tarot
Disclaimer: I lay no claim to the Harry Potter franchise, the world of Harry Potter, or characters therein. I do claim Emilee...I'm rather stuck with her in fact...and any decisions she makes during this journey. :)
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A/N sorry this chapter was so short, I actually wrote and posted this at work…but give me some reviews, or criticism or what have you and I will gladly post another soon!