She could outrun any rider, but not her own heart.
I was born with the moon.
But they say my story truly begins
with 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 forget
Is that I stopped
when he spoke my name.
I did not ride at a magical pace
to evade him.
I rode
to be seen.
I chose when to stop.
I chose when to speak.
I chose to love
this mortal prince, Pwyll.
Yet, a god I did not want
claimed me.
But I chose love that asked,
not love that seized.
I chose Pwyll.
And he chose me.
For him,
I freely left the Otherworld
and 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.