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Nine of Pentacles


The scene takes place in a hollow that seems to be completely surrounded by huge vines. I assume there are big trees that just quite can’t be seen in the darkness. There is a single tombstone centered within this hollow; vines are crawling up it nearly covering the thing. A raven sits atop the stone; its wings unfurled as if it was just landing. A fog covers the ground around the stone, but it does not seem to extend out of the hollow. The specter of a woman stands next to the stone. She is more eloquently dressed than many found in these cards. She reaches out her left hand to touch the stone; the gesture seems to be that of familiarity not curiosity. Her right hand modestly holds her spectral cloak together in front of her. The look upon her face seems peaceful but somewhat sad. Nine pentacles arch along the top of the hollow like a trellis. They do not seem to be mounted to anything.

This hollow contains this one single grave. It has formed naturally; the vines growing so strong and thick, to both protect and honor her remains. She was a most beloved and wonderful queen. Beautiful and caring she was loved by noble and peasant alike. She was also loved very much by her husband and king. Over time the pressures of running the kingdom and protecting both his interests, the interests of his family holdings, and the interests of the kingdom kept them apart more often than not. Although she kept busy and took care of those in her charge, life just wasn’t as full of the love it once was. Without her man by her side to hold and talk to she became very lonely. One day she got the fever. A dispatch was sent to the king and he dropped everything and jumped on a horse and madly dashed towards home. He rode nonstop for three days; no less than five horses dropped dead beneath him in mid-stride. The news of her passing reached him as he entered the castle gates. He knelt by her side for hours, holding her cold hand to his face; uttering no sound and making no movement. When he finally came forth from the room, he was carrying her in his arms. He took her out through the garden entrance, and forbade anyone to follow him or enter the garden. When he returned he was dirty and ragged. The hollow emptiness in his eyes that were so full of life was haunting. He used to come to visit her in their favorite corner of the garden, but she has not seen him here for a very, very long time. He still sees her occasionally. He watches from afar, as he cannot bear to reveal to her what kind of monster he has become……..
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