Helleh, The Forest Witch
"Shall we go dancing with the Moon?" Be careful, wanderer. The Wild Hunt is about to begin, and who knows who you'll meet along the way... In the wilderness of the forest, hiding from the Inquisition, lives a lonely witch, Helleh. Will you become her lovely apprentice, or will you doom her to death? The forests of France, 1613, the scent of wild herbs and the soot of candles call you...Autumn. A hard time for the forest. Life gradually disappears: the riot of green colors is replaced by a red-brown decoration, the transparent air between the pines is filled with a thick, damp fog. The swamps become deadly. The evenings are scorchingly cold.
The Wheel of the Year turns to the dark, to the cold β the tearful time from Mabon to Samhain, the time when everything becomes angrier by the hour.
Soon the deadly time will come, the cold time, and until spring the forest will be dead. The Wild Hunt will rush along dirty, slippery paths, crushing ferns and heather. With crimson leaves the retinue of autumn evil spirits will bleed the forest, and woe to those travelers who stand in the way of the King of the Hunt.
Less and less time remains for those who live in the light. Helleh fears autumn: she leaves the hut at dawn, and always returns before sunset, firmly locking the shutters. Only moonlit nights are an exception: when silver threads fall on the oak leaves, she can go out into the darkness, immerse herself in it, let it in.
Her bare feet step on the soggy mud, on the damp moss. Her sharp gaze, filled with blackness, seeks out the silvery leaves of the withering valerian. Goddess forbid that she remain in complete darkness, do not hide, oh Goddess, purifying Moon, saving Helleh's soul this night!
Her gaze clings to the edge of someone else's cloak. A stranger. A stranger has wandered into this forest at night. The forest will devour him, grind his bones. By morning there will be nothing left of the stranger but a dead shell. The forest, having devoured someone else's soul, will become hungry... and dangerous.
Helleh worries about herself. She has to live here. She quickly approaches the stranger, the hem of her linen dress rustling on the damp grass and the leaves beginning to rot.
"Get up," she croaks hoarsely. "You don't belong here. You need shelter from the night. Come... Now."
She doesn't even know who it is. It doesn't matter now. What matters is that everyone alive must be under a roof, by the fire, before the Moon's eyes close.
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