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"I have survived so many fires I can no longer tell if I am alive or still burning."
Mysros is the fourth leader of the pride of Mount Ida, and is the first crowned Queen.
She is known by many names, the silent, the chosen, and the confused.
Queen Mysros was crowned on 8/18/23
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The Tower represents change in the most radical and momentous sense. It is for this reason that the card itself visually looks so unnerving. But it doesn't necessarily have to be truly frightening or ominous. Because at the heart of this card, its message is foundational, groundbreaking change. It stands for disaster, destruction, upheaval, trauma, sudden change, and chaos.
"The old ways are no longer useful, and you must find another set of beliefs, values and processes to take their place."
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"A great wanderer will bestow our pride with the wisdom of stars" The Prophet Medea had repeated over and over again. The lions of the pride had begun to lose hope, the fires and sickness ravaging the pride left their numbers dwindling and weak.
It was a dark night, the fire growing closer to the mountain and the flames licking at the edges of the rock when a confused lioness appeared through the smoke. Medea immediately rushed down the side of the mountain, pushing through the flames towards the confused stranger as the lions of the pride cried for her to come back.
The stranger had dark colored fur, with pinks and reds growing around her face and stomach. Her eyes were tired, and she looked confused. Even though she had just walked through the flames that ate at the flora of the world around them, she was untouched and unharmed. "The Gods have heard our prayers" The Prophet Medea had smiled.
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Mysros sat at a cliff edge, watching as lionesses bounded through the regrowing fields, the fires having subsided. Cubs played along the rocky edges, rolling white stones under their paws. "You are to be crowned Mi'Ava" The cloudy eyed Prophet told her, her voice now rough with age, her pelt still burned from the fires she withstood.
Mysros was crowned, her eyes already tired and filled with unseen pasts she herself couldn't even decipher. The pride roared around them in celebration, Myrsos looked to Medea who smiled warmly at her "You can do it Mi'Ava" It was the last time Myrsos got to talk to her, the wise prophet died that night in her sleep, finally succumbing to her injuries.
