Zafira Moonchild

1. The end



I whistle as I drive my bike home. It’s a beautiful summer night, and a breeze chases away the remaining heat and humidity. A new BDSM club opened nearby recently, and I love it. Sure, it still needs renovations. Only a handful of rooms are open to the public for now. But the atmosphere is amazing and there is already an active community. Finally, a place in our region. Gone are the days of driving hours to any event. They announced this evening that they were hiring, and I applied immediately.

A car interrupts my happy thoughts as it swerves over the road and drives straight towards me. Before I can blink, it’s in front of me. And without slowing down, the car hits me dead on. I am flung away, and land hard against a tree, before dropping to the ground. Only then does my brain process what happened. The impact from the car and tree hurt like hell. And I can’t sense anything in my lower body anymore. Fuck, FUCK, FUUUUCK. I want to look around, but cannot turn my head. There is no sound besides the rustling of leaves, either. Goddess dammit, did that asshole not even stop? How drunk or high was he? I try to get my cell phone out of my purse, but my arms don’t move. When the pain in my upper body fades and my eyes get heavy, I realize I am going to die here.

I probably should rage and curse, but my head is calm and clear instead. Perhaps it’s the sight of the full moon. Looking at Her has always soothed me. And I am glad I can see Her one more time. As I send Her my last prayer before fading into darkness.

Mother of all,

Moon in the sky,

Goddess of the mysteries of the sea.

Your daughter will soon return to your embrace.

Please, watch over my daughter.

Shine your light over her darkest nights.

And help her find her way when all feels lost.


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