My Novel — The Tag Game with the Great Sphynx of Giza

Remember Myrameda? She is the Main Character in my work-in-progress historical novel. I talked about her before.

Her name is Myrameda, but I like calling her Meda.

Her passion is Astrology and I am doing everything I can to get to know her, and for this, I start a conversation with her. Of course, it’s an imaginary conversation, just in my head. Hmm, I don’t know why I feel that the additional explanation does not sound better. Anyhow, I asked Meda how old was she when she started to feel that special way about astrology and how it came about.

In the end, this could be an essay about how we all discovered something that we are passionate about. We can write an essay about how we stumbled upon a book, or about a mentor who guided our hand and a parent who was there all the way. Or not. 😥

So, it is up to you to ask yourself — how did YOU discover YOUR passion?

❓ How did you know that you wanted to write at 12?

But I am back to Myrameda, the main character in my novel, the Dacian princess.

She told me how she discovered her passion, astrology.

And this is how she discovered her passion:

My passion for the stars began in the ancient temple in Sarmizegetusa, the ruin left behind by our ancestors. That is where I had my first ‘dreams’, even though their purpose and meaning were a mystery to me.

I was about ten years old when the Costoboci builders came from the mountains up North and started working in the citadel. They were stonemasons, famous for the Big Carved Head in the Bucegi Mountains, which they built it in the shape of the Great Sphynx of Giza. Because of their artistry, the priests asked them to rebuild the temple.

We children were attracted to the commotion the building caused. We chased each other on the terraces where builders were hard at work. We screamed and laughed among noises of stone against stone, warning shouts, surrounded by the earthen oil lamps in which Zamolxes’ fire burned continuously.

One evening, I lay down on the grass in the old temple. I hid, so other children wouldn’t find me. As the night grew older, my friends forgot about me and I lay there and watched how the stars rise one by one. I didn’t know if I was awake or dreaming. I watched the stars and I saw people in unfamiliar places and I heard them speak. They spoke words heard by the Old Thracian and they were places he saw, and somehow I saw them too.

He had traveled far and he met the magicians of the Celts on their big island, and he lived with them for a long time.

Then I saw him and the Celts, moving huge stone pillars. Then I saw the Thracian return to his people as a great teacher, showing them how to find magic places and how to build temples from stone.

I saw that when his time came, the Old Thracian went into a cave under Kogainon and no one ever saw him again.

Then I saw the Dacian tribes warring amongst themselves, and destroying the temples. My dream was a story from the past.

But it was also a story of the future: I saw that a new temple would reunite the Dacian tribes around one great king. I saw that our mountain would be a Dacian sanctuary.

That night, amid the plinths of old columns, I saw my first story in the stars. I did not understand what I had seen.

Vezina interpreted the visions for me and gave them certain meanings.

Afterwards, I wanted to know more about the stars and I wanted the power that Vezina had.

When I looked at the sky, a story began to unveil itself in my mind — a story that revealed unsuspected answers and secrets to me. Secrets that came from the stars.

The main photo on this post is the Sfinx in Bucegi Mountains Romania, photo taken by author

The last photo on this post is Sarmisegetuza the circular temple, photo taken by author.