Once upon a time in a stone I drifted into a desolate place my long heavy velvet cloak covered my body and protected me from anything that should come along. I was almost invisible. My shell hard and hidden from all parts of life. But always around me followed this sword of light. It would walk with me always shining light around me. Some days I would d…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Archetypal Stories to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.