Moonlit Spirit

The young woman’s face shone out from the darkness of the rest of the world. Her ocean blue eyes gazed over the dark and desolate land that had once given life but now held misery to everyone who lived here.
Her oak brown hair cascaded down over her shoulders in two twisted braids. The braids fell to her sides with the liberated ends unravelling with every centaury that past her by.  Her smooth rose red lips uttered words spoken by none other than the spirits that whisper on the cold bone chilling wind. Her long dark lashes blinked as a tear fell helplessly pulled by gravity down her pink cheeks. She extended a pale snow white hand out to the nothingness of her once beautiful and lush land. Her thin hand twisted at the wrist as a purple colour extended from the tips of her fingers. Her long robes hung lose around her body. The long sleeves that could have held three more arms with room to spare fell from her hand and down to her elbow.
An ice blue mist circled her feet and the once pollinated land. Her eyes gazed up in to the sky to see the moon shinning high casting a pale blue glow over the land. How the moon was her one companion and shone over the darkness of the world that was left. Her eyes closed as voices of the wind howled in pain from the events of the days gone by. Their cries echoed in her ears but never stayed in one place for too long. Her eyes opened once more as the power that she held in her hands grew stronger. She raised her hands in the air as if to offer the moon a gift of glory. The purple that had extended from her fingers entwined its self and created a perfect spear. The woman pulled the object towards her and kissed it. The woman spread her arms wide and the spear shot up in to the night sky. It danced with the air and clouds before exploding in to tiny fragments and fell to the earth like snow. She smiled softly as her work seemed done.
Her lips whispered words which only she knew, “Mae fy ngwaith yn gorffen.”[1] Her face lit up as she was raised from the floor and into the night sky. She smiled once more before her body evaporated in to the night air. A sigh was heard on the wind as the moon shone brighter in to the night. “Fy enw ydy Arianrhod.” [2]

Foot Notes
[1] 'Mae fy ngwaith yn gorffen' means my work is done.
[2] 'Fy enw ydy Arianrhod' means my name is Arianrhod.
[3] Arianrhod is the Celtic Goddess of the Moon and also known as Daughter of the Storm