Merewenne has arrived

Merewenne has arrived…

I am the Tempest that rides at the back of the horses of Poseidon; I am the Fury which unleashes upon the calming shores; I sweep through the heartlands with my cold embrace; and I bend the strongest boughs of the grandfather oaks to my Will. The safest place you can run from my strike will be the nearest electrical conductor in the fiercest of storms. The winds of change are sweeping through the kingdom and you have not seen the likes of me yet. They call the Furies my sisters, they call Ferocity my brothers and they call Intensity my loyal servant. I ride on the back of the winged phoenix, skimming the waves with its claw..

Stand aside and clear the paths. Merewenne has arrived to mete out your fate. Her robes billowing around her like a could of uncontained wildness, she seats herself upon the throne – her back, straight and true, and her scythe in her right hand. Her clothes are burgundy red – the colour of blood and her cloak is made of ermine. She surveys her court as her hair tumbles down her back in a riotous mane. Shards of lightning ricochets off her purple eyes as she examines her first subject. Her porcelain features are a mask of impartiality.

My voice holds the command of a thousand pealing bells and I command respect of my domain. I am Justice and Retribution. And while Tiberius will cut you dead in his path, I will allow you to plead your case before me. Those of you who wish to challenge my position will not withstand my sustained interrogation. You will tremble as I mete out your punishment …

I will, at least .. let you live…

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