Returning a Goddess to her natural state, is frankly, never easy. For somewhere along the lines she forgot her place in history. Her place in society.
“In the Aztec religion, Ītzpāpālōtl, is also known as the “Obsidian Butterfly” and was depicted as a skeletal warrior goddess who ruled over the paradise world of Tamoanchan-- the paradise of victims of infant mortality and the place identified as where humans were created. Although Itzpapalotl is sometimes symbolically associated with birds and fire, she primarily appears in the form of the Obsidian Butterfly.” (The Obsidian Butterfly - Aztec Butterfly Legends)
Her words:
The river of life runs through my veins. I’m ready to “die” and leash out The Fool. I’m the creation of my world, my destiny. Maybe there is a God, maybe not so much. I’m not the silver dragon of my dreams; yet, she still came.
So, I had to ask myself: Are there two silver dragons?
My words to her:
Your purpose isn’t in hell.
Currently:
Writing a spell to unleash another Silver Dragon. (There are many of us.)
