Chapter 1

Chapter 1

In the deep confines of the jungle, there in lay a home to a group of priestesses and priests, who worshipped the Moon Goddess, Ixchel.

Near the river, nine young women were collecting berries and plants, for herbal medicines and food. All of the young women had opalescent skin, and dark raven hair. There were four sets of sisters, all of whom, also, each had stunning eye colors. The first set had dark blue eyes, and the elder one had long straight hair, and choppy bangs, and the younger one had short straight hair that went to her neck, and choppy bangs. Their names were Gentle Blossom and Cherry Jubilee. The second set of sisters had light blue eyes, and the elder one had her hair up in an elegant bun, while the younger sister had her straight hair in a low-set half-up half-down. Their names were Star Gazer and Golden Rain. The third set had grayish eyes, and the elder sister had long wavy hair, while the younger sister had medium-length wavy hair, and they both sported a long bang on their right side. These two were named Snow Drop and Wind Whistler. The fourth set had teal eyes, and the elder had a bun resembling Star Gazer's, but it was a lot messier, and the younger sister had hair similar to Wind Whistler's, but choppier. Their names were Moon Orchid and Doll’s Eyes. The ninth girl, however, had dark brown eyes, but, even though her eyes were brown, they were so vibrant then when she would look into the sky, the sun would hit her eyes a special way, and it looked as though that her eyes were lighting up. Her hair was set in a low ponytail, and she also sported a long bang, on her right side. This young woman’s name was Meadow Lily, and and since she was the eldest of the girls, she was the unofficial leader.

As the girls were collecting, Gentle Blossom and Moon Orchid were having an argument.

“I know that it is our job to do gather medicinal herbs for the head priests and priestesses, but, why can’t at least one of us go with the men and hunt?” Gentle Blossom asked, looking agitated as she pulled up some Echinacea.

“Because we are women, Gentle Blossom, and it would be against the clan to become a warrior.” Moon Orchid said to Gentle Blossom.

Gentle Blossom seethed, but just as about as she was going to say something, she saw Meadow Lily looking off into the distance.

“Meadow Lily?”

Meadow Lily grunted and then turned to Gentle Blossom.

“Yes?”

“You have been day-dreaming lately. But, aside from that, what do you think of us women becoming warriors?”

Meadow Lily gave a skeptical look at Gentle Blossom, which made Moon Orchid snicker. Meadow Lily turned back around, and really thought about the idea. Her father was a warrior, but he left her and her mother when she was young. She always wanted to become a warrior, just to see her father again. But, but that was a stupid reason to become a warrior. Meadow Lily knew she would never see her father again. It had been almost 15 years since she had last seen her father, but, it was funny, because she still knew what he looked like.

Meadow Lily finally got out of her trance, and called to the girls, to go back to the village. While walking to the village, Meadow Lily’s best friend, Star Gazer, stood next to her.

“You are troubled, Lily.”

“How do you know?”

“How do I know? I’ve known you for almost 20 years… that’s how I know. What is going through your mind, Lily?”

Meadow Lily stopped at a boulder that was in front of one of the makeshift temples, and jumped up and sat upon on it, looking down at Star Gazer,

“I was thinking about what Blossom was saying. About us being warriors.”

“Which means you were thinking about him, again,” Star Gazer walked towards Meadow Lily, “and you want to see him.”

“Well, of course I want to see him again. It’s been, how long?” Meadow Lily looked at Star Gazer, and then stared at the temple.

“He just up and left me and my mother. My mother said I look just like him.”

Star Gazer smiled, and rubbed Meadow Lily’s knee. With that, Star gazer went into the temple, along with the other girls. Meadow Lily soon followed suit, and each of them gave the Head Shaman and Howling Star the herbs that they had collected. Howling Star accepted the herbs, and dismissed the girls. Howling Star looked at one of her companions.

“The reincarnations of Ixchel are soon reaching their prime. Hopefully, the city does not get a hold of them.”

The other Shamans nodded their heads, and all had begun the process of making the potion for Revival.