There is a legend more than three thousand years old. It tells of a beautiful woman walking out of the sea. She was gifted with extraordinary abilities and she was not of this earth. She was to undergo many trials before fulfilling her ultimate destiny in the long-range fate of all men and women on planet Earth.
The woman walked out of the sea. She marched from the water into the sandy beach. She had no idea where she was or what she was doing in the water. She simply knew that she had to leave the water due to some enterprise she had to undertake on land.
She walked on the sands and paused to look at her surroundings. The beach did not look familiar. The beach was small and receded from the sea to give way to a rather vast plain. The woman walked onto that plain. She turned around to look at the sea and felt a bit of a relief that she was gone from it. The relief was soon replaced by a feeling of dread. She missed the water as if it were an actual person. She looked up at the skies. It was a bright morning, and the sun was high in the sky. If she didn't have so much in her mind, she would have thought it was a beautiful day in the making. Why was she headed toward land? She had urgent business to attend to, that had to be why. Why else would she be walking at all?
After hours of walking, the woman came to a small river deep in the plain. She stopped there and looked at the water. She touched it and felt a bit of calm. She had gotten a bit desperate to find what she was looking for. Of course, it would help if she knew what she was looking for in the first place, which she did not. She remained at the edge of the water. She looked at the water. It was different from what she was used to, she could tell by the mere touch. This was fresh water. She went into it, fully immersing herself. Being in the water felt right. She was so into it that she didn't notice the time flying by. It was only when the afternoon arrived that she realized how much time she had wasted. She walked out of the water. She went back into the plain, always heading west for some reason. It was as if she were being guided by something.
It wasn't long before she came in view of a human settlement...
She entered the city. It was a small city near the sea. The buildings were square and white. There was a main street and a huge, booming marketplace. There was also a small palace where she assumed the rulers of the city lived. She looked about and saw all sorts of things. Men and women walking around in strange attire. Children running through the streets and chasing dogs. Animals being brought to the butcher, not knowing what fate awaited them. The woman who came from the sea walked among them. They stared at her. She barely noticed. She didn't think much about it. She was looking for something or someone and that seemed to be the only thing in her mind. The people of the city were staring and pointing fingers. She approached a man and asked him something. She was very surprised by the words that came out of her mouth. She asked him about people from the water. He looked at her as if she were crazy.
She continued walking and describing others like herself. She couldn't understand why the other people were staring, until she found a mirror. She looked at her reflection and although she liked what she saw, it did not look familiar. She was a tall woman, easily a couple of inches above six feet. Her hair was long and black, and her eyes were a very pale blue. Her skin was bronze. She wore a red tunic made of strange material that ressembled silk but felt different. The tunic ended in a sort of pants that were very tight on her long legs. The pants ended at her ankles and it was only then that she noticed that she was barefoot. The burning sands, the hard dirt floor of the city, none of that bothered her. She was beautiful, and strange.
She approached a man who identified himself as Maduk and inquired about where she might find an inn. The man looked at her. She didn't flinch. He smiled. She could tell that he wanted to do something other than give her directions but something in her eyes told him to back off. He told her where the inn was. She went there. The innkeeper was a short man with red hair. His name was Mateo. He kept the inn with his wife Thea, a black-haired woman who was slightly taller than him. She asked for a room for the night. They looked at her strangely.
"It is odd for a woman to be traveling alone." said Mateo.
" Especially one like you." said his wife.
The woman from the sea looked at them.
" I am on a journey and seeking something important. I wish to purchase a room for the night. I have the means to pay. What do you say to that?"
The man looked at her and smiled. " It wouldn't be proper."
The woman from the sea looked at the little man and his wife. She felt something inside her rise up. It was a deep-seated anger. She had taken a piece of gold from a pouch that she carried and had been prepared to be generous but now she was angry. Very angry. The little man's wife pointed at her with a cane.
"Leave."
That was it. The woman from the sea snatched up the little woman and threw her back against the wall with such force that there was an audible crack. She grabbed the little man and sent him to his wife, throwing a five-foot-nine, two-hundred pound man through the air with ease. She then stopped and looked at her hands. She had been unaware that such force resided inside them. She turned, to see the other patrons of the inn looking at her. They were mostly men and the women in the inn-tavern were clearly "ladies of the night". One man got up and approached her. She stood facing him and hissed. He backed down. With wild eyes, she looked at them.
