The Priestesses Tears

[NightcastorKitty 2779]

 

 

Like the Faith building of the Priesthood left in a ruined crater of pure destruction, so too was a once vibrant lake that was nestled within the Vale’s center. The depths below being forcefully disrupted by few that deemed it unworthy to continue its course. And thus it was blown and drained with nothing, but a barren waste area of dead flora and fauna that encircled around a sinkhole in the center. The contents of the lake now vanished into dark abyss where none had ventured thus far given the instability of the area. 

 

Yet now within the dried up lake-bed three individuals arrive. The news and sight of such a place brings shock, anger, and confusion. Why? Why this way? It didn’t make any sense. The reasons told to them held many solutions, yet the choice destroyed that which they swore to protect. 

 

Three Druids, Three Priestesses. Three Lifegivers..

 

And thus they did. Each one moving to form a circle around the sinkhole near the center of the dried up lake. The Volcano Druid’s hands raised to the sky, the Fawn Druid’s serene like song brought forth to fill the air , and lastly the Fox Druid’s tears gently falling upon the ground. Energies now started to rise from each one. The fiery essence of Igne’s flames ignited the primal part of nature with the sounds of the drums of war bellowing in the night. A manifestation of pure starlight appeared next to Revian, forming a conjuration of a large deer that now started to walk across the area. Ivory mists following a trail behind it as it seeps into the barren land to bring forth life once more. With Sonna’s tears, the gift of the mother of life herself would grant the Druidess's wish. Golden streams gave way to a flood of natural energies that now began to wash over the area to combine with the others. 

 

Flames, Starlight, Tears…

 

The calling of each Druidess was released into the heart of the Vale itself. Lountos of a fiery fox, a flock of hummingbirds and a deer of pure starlight illuminated the entire lakebed as each one would frolic, prance, flutter, and run. Clovers, foxgloves, lavender, lemongrass, sage herbs of all kinds, everything that was of the trio would now grow in the area. Even the dip of the sinkhole now has a layer of mossy green grass. The glow of the three would be noticed within the night, creating such a vibrant sea of colored mists that consumed every inch of the lakebed until it was completely transformed into a new area of life. 

 

It took a toll upon the three. Two of them collapse as they seek rest. The third aiding to take two others away. The mending was done yet pain was still evident amongst the trio. The lingering question in the end.

Why…

 

[Junoix 2301]

The Fox rested with her Sisters within the Fae Ring, the trio seeking rest amongst each other. As her body laid there, Sonna's mind continued to buzz - The questions that remained answered.