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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Mother (as in maternal parent) (04/24/08)

TITLE: How Long Must I Wait?
By Myrna Noyes


A sudden, sharp cry escaped her lips as she strolled the towering, turreted castle’s garden path that blossoming spring morn. “Ahhhh, it is time,” she breathed in wonderment. The long-awaited pangs were beginning, and she welcomed them. Cradling her stomach’s pregnant orb, she smiled as the cramp subsided. “I have dreamt long of this moment.” She recalled the anxious, hopeful years of marriage before the new life had sprung up within her. She had tried to be patient, and now the primal maternal urge to suckle her own child would be fulfilled.

From her graceful, tiara-crowned head to dainty feet clad in pale-yellow silken slippers, she bore the unmistakable mark of royalty. Her richly embellished gown glowed as if spun from fibers of the golden fireball above, but her true loveliness shone in her sunburst smile and luminous eyes.

Again the pain clutched at her insides, stronger this time, and she leaned into it with elation. Thoughts of presenting the King with this prophesied fulfillment of their desires lit her countenance with exquisite radiance.

Unconsciously she murmured aloud, “I have wandered further than I intended and must hasten to my chambers while I am still able.”

A peculiar rushing sound and the force of a violent wind startled her out of her expectant reverie, and a stench of burning sulphur caused her to instinctively cover her mouth and nostrils. Before she could glance around, a massive winged dragon alighted on the path before her, his scarlet scales smoldering. Multiple hideous heads were studded with vicious-looking horns. Foul, hot breath assaulted her, and she drew back in terror. His immense tail lashed about menacingly, tearing at the leafing trees and pulling down a hail of rocks from the nearby hillside. She attempted to shield her stomach from the stinging stones and fragments of flying bark and branches.

The brute had planted himself directly in front of her, so she could not follow the path back to safety. His cruel eyes leered at her with unmistakable desire. She knew why he had come, and it was not for her.

“I know who you are,” she announced with sudden courage. “You are the ancient dragon of the northern reaches who is reported to have a ravenous appetite for the tender flesh of newborn princes, but you shall not have this one! He is mine, and he is the King’s!”

Before the words had fairly left her mouth, she doubled over with a spasm whose force well-nigh dropped her to her knees. As she groaned, the dragon licked his many lips with his long forked tongues, and drool trickled down his chins. His mocking eyes gleamed as with sparking fire, “I promise you, oh Queen, I will have him, and he will be a sweet delicacy—a most succulent morsel to satisfy my hunger.” With a claw he wiped away dribbles of saliva and lightly smacked his lips in anticipation.

He sat watching intently as her pains increased in number and duration until the moment when her moans and cries reached a crescendo and became intermingled with the wail of the male child born to her. He straightened with eagerness to snatch the infant, but a giant eagle, the trained, personal pet of her husband, swooped abruptly into their midst and grasped the boy in its sheathed talons, hurtling skyward again in the space of a breath.

As the dragon lunged for the child and then began thrashing about in the disappointment and rage of his loss, the woman flew as if on wings herself to a hidden shelter the king had prepared for her as a refuge from rain, wind, blazing sun, or sudden storms. She could hear the dragon’s wrathful roars, deprived of his coveted prey and realizing that she also had escaped him. He began to take furious pursuit, but she slipped into the well-screened entrance to the rocky cave and fled into the enfolding sanctuary of its deep, dark core.

With keen perception, she recognized this would mean protracted, all-out war with its attendant savagery, bloodshed, and destruction before the dragon could be vanquished. The beast had his allies, as did the King; and neither would agree to a truce, nor would either surrender.

Tears rained freely, while her womb and her arms throbbed with their emptiness. “My King,” she whispered into the air, “I trust you to preserve the babe, but I tremble at this shroud of sorrow flung upon my heart. How long must I wait for joy?”

Based on Revelation 12

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LauraLee Shaw05/02/08
Wow, your imagery and descriptions are amazing, and what an incredibly creative way to approach the topic. Well done.
Loren T. Lowery05/05/08
I could sense everything that was going on in this dramtic re-telling of the birth of our saviour as found in the book of Revelations. The tension between the Virgin Mary and the Dragon was intense and real and Mary's courage in facing Satan based upon her belief was heartening. The inward thoughts of Mary twoard her unborn child were told as only a mother could relay such feelings.
Chely Roach05/05/08
I am speechless. This was amazing. Wow....
Holly Westefeld05/06/08
Excellent, vivid descriptions, and a fascinating take on the topic.
Jan Ackerson 05/06/08
Wowsers, this is very good! Glad you're back!
Joanne Sher 05/07/08
Oh wow! I didn't catch the Revelation aspect until quite a way into it - this is beautiful and lovely and wonderfully done. SO glad you're back, my dear Myrna!
Sara Harricharan 05/07/08
Wow! (The thought of a dragon got me-lol) This is GOOD! I liked the fairy-tale feel to it and especially your descriptions that made me feel as if I were right there in the woods with the queen and watching it all play out and wanting that bad dragon to really get his comeuppance! Nicely done! ^_^
Debbie Wistrom05/07/08
Wonderful story, now I have to go to Revelations and see where you started from. Your descriptions were wonderful.
Loren T. Lowery05/08/08
What a way to welcome you back! This is so great to see, Myrna. Congratulations and look forward to reading more of your work. Loren
Dianne Janak05/08/08
Myrna, you came back FULL force with an EC win.. CONGRATS! What absolutely amazing descriptive imagery, emotion, and drama. Pulled me in and I sat in amazement at how you came up with this from Revelation and were able to write about it... BRAVO GIRL and welcome HOME!
Carolyn Cyphers05/08/08
Myrna, Fabulous tale, and now I am nxiously awaiting the next installment! Surely there will be a chapter II in the offing. Congrats!!
Pamela Kliewer05/08/08
Wow, wow, and WOW!!! Myrna Joy, what an excellent job. You, my dear girl have a wonderful way with words! Congratulations on your EC!!
Betsy Markman05/08/08
An enjoyably unique approach to the topic!
Mariane Holbrook 05/09/08
I was captivated from the first word on. I kept stopping, though, to savor your word carpentry, so creative, so brilliantly portrayed. You are indeed a Master!

And thank you for your lovely comment on my entry this week, also. I very much appreciate your taking the time to do it.
Janice Cartwright05/11/08
A perfect entry for "mother" and so very artfully crafted. I didn't want to repeat all the wow's but can find no better word to describe your 'poetic' painting of the birth of Jesus and the unseen but "real" all-out spiritual warfare that ensues.