MOODS SHIFT IN THE A-Z CHALLENGE.... HAPPY BLOGIVERSARY WENDY TYLER RYAN

Today is a double dose of excitement. One is we are in the middle of the A-Z challenge AND it is Wendy Tyler Ryan's first Blogiversary! So please head over to her blog and congratulate her on a year of informative and thoughtful posts.


My entry today must include these six words: Misty, Mambo, Moon, Musky, Mongrel, Myth. I hope you enjoy it. And don't forget to hop over to the other entries. You'll find them at Wendy's blog.

From misty waters crashing to an unknown shore, a myth is born. His arrival foretold by the moon goddess, Selene, from many millennia ago.

A mongrel child with locks of ebony wales for his mother’s breast. Danae scoops up her son and nurses him.

The island so foreign to her, looks nothing like the Greek island she was banished from by the hand of father, King Acrisius. 

Sand as white as talcum sweeps the beach under her un-sandaled feet. Top heavy trees with spiky fronds sway in the musky breeze. She searches for any form of life. 

Hours pass and dark shadows play behind her. A heart thumbing music filters through the dense trees. Curious, Danae follows the pulsating beat. Her stomach lurches as she inhales the air perfumed with the scent of unfamiliar foods cooking.

Murmuring voices in a foreign tongue increase in volume with each step she takes. A wave of panic rushes through her not knowing what to expect from these people from another land.

Hiding behind a bush blanketed in bright pink flowers, Danae peeks and her jaw drops. Bare chested men and woman with copper skin dance around an open fire. Multi-colored stripes decorate the male faces and backs with only a small piece of animal skin covering their genitals. 

Females adorned in colored beads and feathers clothed by a similar animal skin, shriek, “Mambo!” in high-pitched voices. The beat speeds, and Danae watches with eyes wide.

Perseus cries out loud, startling Danae. She screams. Heads turn and the music stops. Snatching spears the males rush toward her. She screams again.

In an instant a spear is at her throat. She quiets as the largest examines her with penetrating eyes. He lowers his weapon and touches her cascading curly hair. His hand wanders to her shoulder and down the folds of her toga. He lifts the fabric exposing her alabaster legs. The other males mumble. He gently lowers it back down.

From behind him, a female approaches speaking. He turns to face her. She points to the child. He nods and backs away. Danae breathes for the first time in minutes. 

The female steps in front of her. She taps her naked breast. “Chiwoi.” She repeats the gesture and word. 

Danae stokes her son’s head. “Per-se-us.” Locking her sapphire eyes on the ebony ones before her. She taps herself. “Dan-ae.”

Chiwoi smiles. “Per-se-us ... Dan-ae.”

Danae smiles and nods. 

Chiwoi signals her to follow. Danae does so reluctantly. A moment later she is presented with food. Grateful Danae bows her head. She places Perseus on a woven mat next to her and sits beside him.

As the years go by, Perseus learns from the natives in this foreign land and develops into a fierce warrior. He fulfills his destiny as Champion for Jaffa defeating Medusa and the Kraken. He wins the hand of the princess Andromeda and becomes a constellation in the heavens forever.