Five of Cups
Knight of Sword rode on for miles and miles over bright moorland and rugged terrain, until she reached a cliff top. Trotting to the edge, she looked down to the crashing waves and stern rocks.
She was about to ride on when her sharp eye glimpsed a splash of colour far below. Craning her neck, Knight of Swords made out a mermaid with her head in her hands.
Knight of Swords navigated a tricky path down the face. Finally by the mermaid, she asked, "Hello there, are you all right?"
The mermaid sighed.
"I was all right, but everything feels dashed. What is the point in anything anymore? I have everything I need and yet no satisfaction."
She looked up at Knight of Swords with eyes like oceans. Her voice was the ebb and flow of the tide.
"Your cups. You have spilt what was in them."
The sigh was a salty breeze. "It doesn't matter."
The Knight gestured to the other cups. "All is not lost - you have two left unspoilt."
"Yes. From the power of five I have made two."
The mermaid's sudden laugh made the sea roil and crash. "From the power of change, I have created!"
A breeze whispered round Knight and Mermaid and they both locked in a moment of clarity and emotion.
"Yes!" Mermaid dove into the sea and rose to bade farewell to Knight of Swords. "Noble Knight, the tumult is clearing. I have created from the power of five! Gallop through the waves of emotion and pass beneath the stone arch and you shall have the same gift."
Knight of Swords inclined her head in thanks as Mermaid flickered away on the foam.
Air and Water passed under the arch and Knight of Swords felt clear.
Diane King 2020