The moon seemed to grow larger as the goddess ascended higher. Lucian could only stare in wonder as she looked down on him with a warm smile like that of a mother, then in an instant, she was evaporated in a silver flash of moonlight. As she disappeared the moon grew bigger and almost closer and closer. Then before Lucian could react the moon itself raced forward and condensed itself striking him in the chest. Lucian's body erupted in a brilliant stream of light and luster. Silver energy erupted from every orifice of his form as the moon itself seemed to overtake him.
Lucian's held on with his might, the genesis force erupting from his body as he tried to contain the power that was now inside of him. His yells became the bestial howls of his animalistic self. Calling out to the midnight air, he felt his body shift as it had once before, his senses became keener, he could feel it all, and more than anything else he felt the need to hunt. To take down all those who stood in his way. The power was becoming contained and then in a final push, the roar of a god of beast escaped from Lucian's maw, ringing through the castle and surrounding area. The very foundation of the place shook and then just as suddenly as everything that proceeded it. The castle, island, and Lucian himself were swallowed up in giant light.
Lucian awoke his head resting on the cobblestone streets. Quickly he rushed to his feet, his senses on high alert. But there was no evidence of anything he had experienced. No castle, no island, no sea, no goddess, no talking birds. Just nothing at all.
Maybe it was all just a dream, maybe it was all just a simple... Lucian walked to the local tavern and into the rest area. Removing his shirt, a faint glow emanated from his back as he turned to look with wide eyes into the mirror. A large crescent moon now sat on his back, a call to the sigil of the huntress moon and her blessing.
"I guess the hunt is on."
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