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The Legend of Mora: A Star of the Sea
An ancient legend led us to the name of Mora, which we felt would be fitting for such a darling girl. Due to the legend's obscurity, we've decided to include the story here:
Once, there was a young, heartbroken maiden who had lost her betrothed in the clan's war and set out on a journey within the ancient isles of Ireland. She ventured through the woods, picking her way across steep ridges and craggy shores, until she reached the sea. Edging the shore was a steep craig where a crow rested, its eyes following the young maiden with pity and sympathy. As the maiden stared at the stormy sea, she began to weep and the crow transformed into a beautiful lady, the Morrigan, one of the three goddesses of old.
"Why do you weep, my child?" asked the goddess.
The maiden explained her loss and the goddess, understanding her pain, gave her a great destiny.
The Morrigan stole the storm from the sea and borrowed a piece of light from the moon. She smoothed the storm clouds until they were as shiny as glass and bent the light into the sphere before wrapping the newfound object in a cloak as black as night.
"Take this." She whispered to the young woman. "Take this and go to the edge of the world where the mountains meet the sea and the sky lights upon the earth. Let no one see your treasure."
As the maiden took the package, the Morrigan shimmered and vanished.
The maiden journeyed, far and wide, carrying the mysterious object, passing through mountain villages and asking the townspeople if they knew a place where the mountains met the sea. She journeyed farther, setting out to the East.
When she reached the place of old where the moonlit waves crashed upon the rising ridges, she opened the cloak, which turned to dust, and left the object small within her hand. Blackness coated the sky, and she headed to edge of the sea.
The object burned her palm as it increased in light and size, growing to the size of a watermelon, but she felt no pain and no extra weight. Light illuminated the earth as the glowing orb left the security of her hand and rose far above the sea, heading beyond human comprehension. After the orb was no longer visible, the maiden watched for a sign to tell her that she had done the right thing.
For a moment, she thought she heard her love's voice in the waves, but soon realized that it could only be the sounds of the sea. But again, she heard his call. Convincing herself she was mad, she turned to leave.
The waves parted and on the edge of the sea stood the Morrigan.
"You're not mad. Your lover lives on in the sea and calls you to watch over the sea and shores."
With a nod, the maiden transformed into a star, rising above the sea. Many say their love can still be felt in the rise and fall of the tides today and that nothing is as powerful as the love of a star for her sea.