The misty air grew heavy as the dark swallowed the silver orb in the night sky. Condensation dripped into fog and the henge released its cloak. Like a reflection in the mirror of time the standing stones revealed themselves.
From within the element of invisibility the sorceress emerged. Part shadow, part moonbeam, part cloud. She shone with the light of the stars that unleashed her.
Stepping forward, her bare feet touched the cold soil releasing fiery sparks into the night.
Arms wide, she called the wind. It rose from the ground, blowing her long hair wildly around her face. Storm clouds rumbled in the distance as the power within her surged.
Deer and hares emerged from the woods. Standing between the trees they watched her with wonder and awe.
It had been more than an age since she had arisen. She was more beautiful than they remembered. More powerful than she had been before.
The stag felt her footsteps upon the land. He wove through the forest, stealthily making his way to the henge.
Very keats-esque imagery, beautiful. This had the rhythm of nature-poetry and the vibe of something colossal awakening. Thank you.
It felt as if the world was awakening alongside her. I find myself wondering—what has called her back? What force, what purpose? I'd love to read more of her story, to unravel the mystery surrounding her. Beautifully written!