Come, Divine Child. The two girls, one young, one ancient beyond time, walked on the smooth water which flowed endlessly from where the fading fog gate lent them arrival. I have a name. Oh? I am Gesha. What’s your name? Sahae. Who named you? A faerie. Curious. I miss her. I see. Do you know why… the elders didn’t give me a name? Sahae quietly smiled at the use of the word elder....
As a gift from the faerie, her name was now Gesha. She did not speak of her name as she thought this would upset the elders. The faerie would visit from time to time, and told Gesha of her adventures — mostly about meeting birds or spiders — but eventually the faerie failed to return, and Gesha wondered why. One day when the sun was setting and the moon could already be seen in the deep blue sky, Gesha was taken up higher into the mountains where steps were carved....
Gesha knew that she was different when she was old enough to want to play with the other children. She was not allowed to. She did not know her mother or father, as at a young age she was taken to the temple high above the village, where she lived with the elders at the base of a mountain. She grew up not knowing her name. The elders called her Divine Child....