Penelope (Excerpt from The Cult of Hahn)

[1] An innocent sprang from the southern forest; It was said that a dry sprig would bloom in her hands.“Who is this that commands nature?” Cyrus asked his servant. “She is Penelope, daughter of the spring,” Caiis replied. “Bring her to me, as I wish to behold her splendor.”

[2] It came to pass that Caiis presented her before the King.“Where did this ugly child spring from?” he asked, finding a girl with mottled black hair,an eerie green sheen and skin dry like the soil. “Nobody knows,” Caiis replied. “How could such a child be the daughter of Spring?” Cyrus asked. “She is an evil imposter. Cast her back into the forest.”

[3] The King’s guard whipped and discarded her in the ancient Forest of the Downs, where she wept bitterly. Caiis had promised her the reverence of the King and marriage although she was not yet of age.

[4] As Hahn walked the forest perverting the hearts of man, he spied the girl crying a river of tears. “Who are you girl, and what has hurt you?”

[5] “I am Penelope, daughter of the Spring,” she replied, “and I was cast out into the forest by Cyrus in spite of his promise of marriage and riches.”

[6] Hahn laughed and raped her. “You shall be mine instead, and I will grant you dominion over plants and animals. Where you once created life, you can now quench it, just the same. Any who touches you may wither and die, according to your whim. So it shall be.”

[7] Penelope spent seven summers in Hahn’s lair while the land parched. In that time, she grew strong and beautiful. She took it to her heart that on her sixteenth birthday, she would seek out Caiis and seduce him. In his bed, he withered and returned to dust. His soul watered the Earth bringing forth a new spring, as what is taken must be given back.

Judicus, vss. 1-7, The Book of Cyrus

Two songs from the Cult of Hahn

[1] Beware, Cyrus
Of Hora in her time
With one hand she brings life
while the other takes it away.

From The Book of Cyrus, Songs of the Tioch, ch. 1, verse 1

18] The Sycla traversed the rooftops
slaughtering the Cult and Tioch alike
Even the Sholoch suffered great losses.

[19] An airbourne enemy to all,
they fought with daggers,
but purged with fire.

From The Book of Cyrus, Book of the Great War, ch. 7, verses 18-19

White Witch (excerpt from The Cult of Hahn)

[18]It came to pass that
Hahn cursed Albion with drought.
Sammardine spoke to Cyrus in a vision,
“Take your first-born daughter, Diana
And hurl her from the cliff of Lanoch.”

[19]‘Hahn will claim her
and the land will be spared.’
Cyrus so loved his daughter
that he refused for seven months
while the land parched.

[20]‘I will take the place
of your beloved Diana,’
said Morag his youngest child,
an albino, a disgrace to his lineage.
‘How will you fool Hahn?” asked Cyrus.

[21]‘I will cry all the night
for fear of leaving my father.
My red eyes shall hide the pink,
and my black cloak and scarf
will cover my hair,’ she said.

[22]‘And when he discovers your ruse?’
asked Morag’s father. Her reply,
‘He shall have pity on me,
and let my body be shorn on the rocks,
His tears will water the fields.’

[23]On the first day of spring,
Cyrus cast his youngest,
eyes still wild with grief
off Lanoch’s cliff,
And Hahn caught her.

[24]On his discovery,
Hahn asked, ‘Who is
this white-haired maiden?
‘Does the king not know
his own daughter?’

[25]‘I am Morag, the apple of his eye.
I have come to steal your heart.
Dash me on the rocks,
and have pity
on the innocent Albion.’

[26]‘Indeed, you have stolen my heart,
Yet I will not set you free.
You will be my consort,
The White Witch of the North,
and you will have power over the wind.’

[27]Morag cast off her cloak,
and blew a great blizzard
to smite her father,
but the snow watered the land
and ended the drought.

From The Book of Cyrus, Songs of the Tioch, ch. 4, verses 18-27