Lady Galiana- The Watcher of the Road

She plucked a white gown from her dresser and hoped the gods would bless her.  After a promise to wed, her beloved Hans had said, “Meet me in the wooded glen by the path where our new life will begin.  We shall leave this crumbling village behind and seek all the happiness we can find.”  Tendrils of auburn bounced down with grace as she let them fall to frame her face.  Her heart skipped at the thought of her father’s wrath, for he disapproved of this marriage made in crass.  Wrapping a flowered shawl about her shoulders, Galiena slipped out the window and headed toward the woods all aglow.   A full moon lit the fragrant spring night, shining with the luminosity of fairy wings in flight.  How she would miss frolicking with the fairy folk who befriended her but never spoke.  Galiena avoided the main roads, dreading her father’s discovery.  Her father was a man to fear, with a hatred for what she held dear.  His was an evil so profound he crushed all her dreams into the ground.  What she made with love and kindness, he destroyed in rage’s blindness.  He knew of the couple’s intention and kept Hans from his destination.  Under a rising moon, her blue eyes gleamed like a hyacinth’s bloom as the fairy princess guided her friend to meet her groom.  Once they arrived at the path leading from town, Galiena leaned against a tree in her wedding gown.  “Oh, Leona, I hath waited for this day since I was a girl.  In Hans’ loving arms I shall soon curl.”  Leona’s voice deafened mortals so words were not verbalized, but the young maiden saw reassurance in the fairy’s eyes. Her lover’s foot-falls were never heard, only the sound of a hooting bird.  A sullen song played on rustling leaves in a suspiring breeze.  The warmth of flowering love was replaced by the cold of a lover scorned; her tears were a waterfall of sorrow whose death was but a dew drop in the morn.  With each passing moment, her heart fractured like falling pottery from a lofty perch.  Inside her grew a curse as seeds of bereavement gave birth.  Creatures of the mist gathered with Galiena to cry, who lay on the unforgiving ground nearby.  When her deprived heart could bear no more pain, she called to the one whose trust she could gain. “Harbinger of Death, I beg of thee, take this life that was given to me.  My lover hath shattered my soul and left me in this world so cold.  I cannot bear to continue on for I am abandoned and all alone.  This is the task I ask of thee.   Please find compassion for me.”  Death saw the truth within her eyes, as well as her father’s thicket of lies.  As she stared into the breaking morning’s sky, he took pity and lowered his scythe.  Her body twitched with the release of her final breath, and with it went forth thanks to the Harbinger of Death.  The fairy princess was saddened by Galiena’s chosen demise; purplish-green flowers were the tears she cried.  When fairy tears kissed the ground, little green sprouts grew all ‘round.  Reverently, Leona watched the buds grow and bloom; pale tiny flowers became Galiena’s hair by noon.  Death’s regret gripped the day, keeping leery travelers at bay.  Fair Lady Galiena was gone as the evening light dawned.  By day’s end, purplish-green flowers were all that remained; they haunt the roadside like the bereft maiden whose lover never came.


 I wrote this for a Valentine’s Day challenge sponsored by Deep Magic E-Zine. I never thought it would be chosen from hundreds of entries & featured in the February 2005 issue.



Hi and welcome to my home on the internet.  Or as I like to say Ii-wy em hotep, which means “Welcome in peace” in Kemetic, the language of ancient Egypt. 

My name is Camilla Lynn, and I live in sunny South Florida.  I’ve been writing poetry, lyrics and short stories for as long as I remember. When I’m not writing, I’m mom to a wonderful 17-year-old who just got his Black Belt in Jiu Jitsu last December!  (Way to go kiddo!)  I’ve been married to my wonderfully supportive husband for 20 years. Not once in all these years has he ever told me “you can’t do it”—quite the opposite.  I also enjoy designing 3d models (mostly Egyptian) for Poser animation software, digitally recreating Egyptian wall paintings, and sewing my own clothes.

I am the creator of the word Fantasmance as found in the Urban Dictionary. Fantasmance is a mashup of Fantasy & Romance. The definition is any story where fantasy & romance are equally important to the plot of a novel. You can follow the #Fantasmance hashtag & the #FantasmanceLove game on Twitter. #FantasmanceLove is hosted every Friday with new weekly prompts for Fantasy Romance writers. No rules, just fun!

My bookshelves are full of research books by Budge, Graham Hancock, Frank, and other controversial theorists as well as a collection of books about Wicca. I enjoy multiple authors across a wide range of genres including: Anne Rice, Clive Cussler, Marissa Meyer, Dean Koontz, J. K. Rowling, and a gazillion others. My favorite TV shows are Game of Thrones, True Blood, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Walking Dead, Ancient Aliens, and Rome.  I also have a collection of over 400 movies but my favs are Troy, 300, Dracula, and ALL the Mummy movies made since the 20s.

I’m obsessed with ancient Egypt, also known as Kemet. Kemet means “the Black Land”, which refers to the black soil left after the Nile’s annual inundation. I’ve been in love with its culture my entire life.  My favorite is the Fourth Dynasty because, well, PYRAMIDS!  The fascination I have with the Great Pyramid and the Sphinx in Giza goes far beyond the norm, so I must have been Egyptian in a past life.

I’ve always wanted to write a novel. The journey began when the concept for my story slapped me upside the head. I had to learn grammar rules all over again and everything else that came with writing a novel. Shoot, I’m still learning, but aren’t we all? My first draft took about a year and half to write. Then life happened. I spent a few years writing poetry and short stories because that’s all I had time for with a special needs child. Once my son started school, I tried to find an artist to turn my manuscript into a graphic novel, but it never worked out.

About 6 months before Pitch Wars 2017, my girlfriend came over with an agenda. She was the catalyst who started me back on my journey. I tell you my head hurts I’ve been smacked so much. Pitch Wars came, I entered, had a request for 3 chapters, but wasn’t picked as a mentee. That was tough, especially because I had just restarted writing. The funk flu hit for a few months. Eventually, I pulled up my big girl britches and got back to work. That’s when something wonderful happened—I found a critique partner (a CP for the acronym lovers).

My CP, Rebecca, is fantastic! *blows kisses* She has the skills I lack and is possibly the most thorough person I know. Rebecca quickly became my “Writer Wife”, my best friend. We clicked immediately and after we exchanged a few chapters, I was hooked on her writing. She not only keeps me on my toes, she kicks my butt when I need it, brainstorms like a banshee, and never lets me forget that I can do it.

I’ve had one published short story called “Lady Galiena-The Watcher of the Road”.  It was a Valentine’s Day challenge sponsored by Deep Magic E-Zine in February 2005. Deep Magic doesn’t normally publish poetry so being chosen took me completely by surprise. You can find “Lady Galiena” and some of my other writing here. 

Thank for stopping by & have fun exploring!

Ankh! Udja! Seneb! (Life, Health, & Prosperity)