Edith Beck's memories

Luna

1

Together with your beautiful Silvio you lived, and were in love. But war and family separated you and kept you form each other. They said you could never be together. They said you were too different. They said you had to be with others. With each stab, your power increased.

2

You then drove them to the little village in the Amazon where they would go into a cave and perform the ritual, as countless ones before them did. They would draw the circle in the sand, and they would spin and dance, and they would stab each other with the pretty blades.

3

Only mere centuries after you died, a woman spilled her own blood with the very same ceremonial dagger that you used to kill yourself. Her blood awakened you, and gave you power. You felt the power and it was good. It reminded you of the days before, when life was good, and life was well… life. Yes, you used to be alive.

4

But you showed them. In a final flash of passion, you two took identical jewel encrusted daggers and killed yourselves in a powerful ritual.

5

With the blood sacrifice to the dagger done, you had the power you needed to possess people. Now you and Silvio went out every generation and possessed the nice friendly couples who purchased the lovely antique blades. Soon, soon you will be able to have bodies of your own, to live again, eternally, together.

6

You are Luna, and you are dead. You have been dead for thousands of years.