Journal Entry #10

Ro'Theron 1002 YAR

I realize it has been two years since I have written here. Once the chaos of my arrival had abated, I felt more at peace, less torn by emotions and visions. Soyolmaa’s frequent visits, tending to my apiary, and walks with Judas have all been blessings upon my new life here. But the urge to write of today’s events, however, struck me quite forcefully and I tore my room apart searching for this.

Today, I was named High Priestess of Judas. Yet, although I am honored to serve in such a position again, it is not the true reason I wish to write.

Today… was the day. Soyolmaa and Kostas were married. It is the first Bhediya wedding to occur in our halls and Judas, to the surprise of no one, spared no expense in the wedding for his son. Despite the splendor of the affair, it shall serve as not only a union of two people, but of two cultures and both of our future. I hope that this event will mark a long friendship between the Ladies of Luck and the Bhediya people. Until today, I had kept Matron Seven’s swords so carefully tucked away that I had forgotten what they looked like.

I called them Suraksha and Vinaash. Though it was not I who named them. Still, even as I grow in my mastery over my prophetic skills, they still remain cryptic it seems.

Yet it is wrong of me to complain so, for the visions have blessed me. Soyolmaa and Kostas’ line shall extend beyond the millennium. I see countless faces: daughters and sons alike.

My only concern is that I do not feel the red soil of Judas in these visions. Sometimes I feel rocky ground beneath my feet… or the sand between my toes.

Dysis Judas