Charge of the Goddess
Her hand delicately touches your shoulder, sending a rapturous vortex of power jolting down your body, then building in your belly. She speaks in a whisper that, amazingly, all can hear:
And ye shall say these words...
I will love and harm none.
I will live, love, die, and live again.
I will meet, remember, know,
and embrace once more.
For the free will of ALL, and with harm to None
...As I Will
...It now is done
...So mote it be!
You speak the words. The people speak the words. She backs to the center of the circle, never appearing to move; but there just the same. Her power churns through every molecule of your system.
The circle begins to fill with drifting notes of pan pipes, whirling into a foggy spiral toward her. Where she once stood alone, now solidifies a towering being- half beast, half man. His body is covered in fine, golden iridescence. His bronze, muscular arms encircle her gently, as if she were made of the lightest faery wing.
Two large, twisting horns protrude from His head, glowing with a light that appears to be all its own. His visage does not frighten you, for you realize that this is the God, the consort of the Lady, and he is the golden half of her silvery being.
They smile deeply at one another. Their separate bodies slowly melt together into a single, blazing entity of light. And the human circle is plunged into darkness.
Your fearful heart turns your eyes to the heavens, but it is only another cloud that has passed before the face of the moon.
The light returns almost as quickly as it was stolen. Perhaps... not quite as mystical as before. All eyes turn to the center of the circle.
And it is bare
