Chapter
4
“Hail
unto thee Mighty Sun in thy Rising.
Travel in thy glory through the Kingdoms of the Day.”
Brythia
held her arms outstretched in salute for a moment and tried to focus her mind
on the sun. She lowered her arms from
the salute, but continued to watch the sunrise between the twisted, bare tree
branches from her position on the hilltop.
The irony of a druidess performing her salute to the rising sun from her
current location on the moon was not lost upon her as she caught a glimpse of
the earth high in the sky above.
She
had fallen out of some many habits in Lorm.
Today she was determined to find strength in her druid faith to uphold
her through the dark days of uncertainty ahead.
It felt good to embrace the tradition again. She felt charged with the Solar Fire once
again. After all, she was a Priestess of
the Sun in her old life, before Tolian.
Oh
Tolian. How short their time together
had seemed. But today was the day. Tolian was going back.
Brythia
struggled to keep the rising sun in the forefront of her mind, but it was
difficult at best. The sun, a glowing
ball of golden pink, cleared the treetops from the large grove of oak trees
that crowned the hilltop behind the Moon Goddess’ Tower. She visualized the life-giving strength of
the sun as infusing her with its warmth and energy. The life force of the universe moved through
her. The sun’s rays charged golden
through her veins. Revitalizing. Harmonizing.
Balancing. Her breathing became
easy now. A final glance at the sun and
she turned, drew her cloak close about her and headed back to the tower.
She
walked with more strength and courage on her return trip than she had coming
out there and it felt good. Wholesome.
She
broke through the trees to the cleared perimeter of the tower. The tower itself looked down on the clearing
from its considerable height. A white
tower, smooth and without visible stone lines, as if it had been hewn of a
single, massive stone, was shaped rather like two thirds of a giant, though
slender crescent reaching high into the sky.
She
came up through the garden side, the fountains now glowing golden red with the
sun’s light reflected in their cascades.
A small amount of snow covering everything caught up the light in its
crystals and for a quick moment a white brilliance flashed all around the
daylight moved quickly into full sway.
It
was always the same. Every night a snow
would fall and every morn a thaw and springlike clime would follow. She was getting surprisingly used to it.
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