The Amasiti founded our first temple, The Great Temple of Amalaki, at
the center of the city. The location, along with its carvings and rounded
structure, was designed to make it easy for us to become one with the city
and the city to become one with us. The Temple functioned as a home
for all Mothers, a headquarters for the Amasiti, and a place of knowledge
open to all who would come.
I was born in Elan’s Great Temple, the third daughter of the seventh
sorceress of Elan, though truly, within the Mother’s temple, I was
everyone’s child. My mother’s love for me was made more precious by
the magnitude of affection that surrounded it. I sat on every lap and
proved my knowledge with anyone who would teach me. Thus was our
custom, to love each child as our own. I counted myself among hundreds
of siblings throughout the sisterhood of the Amasiti and relished my
childhood for as long as it lasted.
Whether through the presence of our magic or the work of our hands,
we were taught to be a blessing to every community that welcomed us.
In our youth, all Amasiti tilled the fields, cooked the food, washed the
clothes, and fetched the water so that we understood the lives of those
we served.
But, while we were loved for the fruit of our toil, we were revered for
our power. At night, while those around us slept, through our dance we
gained knowledge from the earth, and wisdom from above, and shaped
it into a power that would serve the world.
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The magic of our gifts comes differently to each of us, but one who is
well- proved can often see a thread of what our talent will be from the
time we learn to make our first words. For me, it began with the soil.
Though it has been more than 20 years since I last dug a yam from the
ground, I can still remember the tug of earth beneath my fingernails and
the sweet smell that tickled the back of my throat. As a small child, I
would sneak the dirt and the yams into my bed at night to comfort me,
driving my mothers mad each morning.
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