At The Rise Of The First Moon

She could outrun any rider, but not her own heart. I was born with the moon. But they say my story truly beginswith a mortal man. They remember me riding ahead of him, just beyond his reach. They say he chased me for days and could not catch me. What they forgetIs that I stoppedwhen he spoke my name. I did not ride at a magical pace to evade him. I rodeto be seen. I chose when to stop. I chose when to speak.
I chose to lovethis mortal prince, Pwyll. Yet, a god I did not wantclaimed me. But I chose love that asked, not love that seized. I chose Pwyll. And he chose me. For him, I freely left the Otherworldand my life as a goddess behind. They believe my story ends there, protected by my prince, happily, in love. They are wrong. My story is not about being saved. It is about waking up.