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When Gods Call [Pt. 1 | Journey Into Priesthood]

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#1Rhea 

When Gods Call [Pt. 1 | Journey Into Priesthood] Empty Wed Oct 30, 2024 5:47 pm

Rhea


Rhea



Rhea Alvarez stood at the edge of the cliff, her eyes reflecting the silver Twilight cast over Stella. Her skin, dark and rich like the earth beneath her feet, glistened under the last rays of the sun as she faced the distant call that had haunted her dreams for weeks. The shamans had called: those ancient, unwavering keepers of the old ways were the last arbiters of who was worthy to walk the path she now walked.

They did not call lightly. The whispers of their intention had spread like wildfire. Murmurs of an ancient ordination bestowed only on those who bore the unmistakable mark of Nahuatl. The touch of the deity was a rare thing, often manifest in gifts that frightened others and invoked reverence in those who recognized their power. Rhea had known that day was coming ever since she'd felt the electric pulse of the Spirit of Kukulkan course through her veins for the very first time. Just as inescapable as it was clear: Kukulkan had chosen her to wield its fury, its strength, its unrelenting storm. But for all her power, she knew one thing clearly: to carry the mark of the old gods was no small weight.

The scent of salt and wildflowers carried on the breeze as she turned from the edge of the cliff; her white hair caught the wind, a streak of lightning against the dusk. With each step that she descended from the precipice, she was making decisions more weighty. The path wound down toward her village, nestled deep in the valley below, where green stretched endlessly, blanketing the earth in life. She hadn't been here in months, not since the awakening and the power that came with it.

People heard of the change, some saw it with their own eyes, and a tint of amazement and fear always remained in their gazes whenever they chanced upon her.



#2Rhea 

When Gods Call [Pt. 1 | Journey Into Priesthood] Empty Wed Oct 30, 2024 6:19 pm

Rhea

The elf knew that the task before her was as much a business of dispelling those fears as it was of proving herself to the seers and shamans. Power was a strange companion, one that set her apart from even those she had once called friends. Few understood what it was to become the storm and to command the skies. Even fewer understood the responsibility it demanded.

But as she neared the middle of the village, things changed. People began to gather and curiosities began to run wild. Children peered from behind their mothers as their round eyes reflected a mix of curiosity and admiration. Rhea felt the warmth of their gazes beckon her toward the center of their gathering. A woman came forward, her nails a riot of colors, her jewelry flashing in the sunlight. She held a gold necklace in her hands, catching the sunlight. She hung it around Rhea's neck and her fingers grazed the cool metal.

"May this bring you strength," the woman said, her voice soft but filled with conviction.

Rhea's breath caught for a moment.

The Sorceress touched the necklace feeling as though the respect of her people was a weight against her skin. One by one, the villagers approached her and adorned her with different trinkets and ornaments: bracelets of intricate beadwork, rings with precious stones--every item a token of their trust and belief in her. The simple gesture of adorning her felt deep like some sort of blessing ritual. And with every piece she felt the connection tighten between them like a mixture of past and the future. When that was done, Rhea continued on her way, the villagers following in silence for as long as they could. With every step, she felt the power of her heritage running through her veins, like an old and ancient song of the land and its people.



#3Rhea 

When Gods Call [Pt. 1 | Journey Into Priesthood] Empty Wed Oct 30, 2024 10:09 pm

Rhea

As she approached the edge of the village, she saw her mother, Talis, waiting to greet her. Talis was a commanding presence considering she was tall, regal, and unyielding, with silver hair flowing down past her shoulders and green eyes that kept secrets of the ages. It was Talis who had raised her, molded Rhea with the same patience and fire as the land itself, a mother as much of the earth as she was of flesh. "Rhea," her mother's voice was low, a thread of pride woven through it. She did not speak of the trials, nor the path ahead, but only dipped her head in a simple nod, a silent acknowledgement that it was finally time for Rhea to take her own journey.

Rhea clasped her mother's hand, sandwiching it between hers as the all-too-rare softness dissolved her cool exterior. Talis was the anchor she needed, the reminder of why she had to succeed, not for herself but for her people. After a moment's silence, Talis withdrew her hand and whispered words of blessing in their native tongue, invoking the protection of their ancestors. The village was gathered, silent yet expectant. A few of the elders, those who had known Stella before the encroachment of the new faith of Illumin, sat with stone eyes fixed upon her. The Sorceress met their gaze unwaveringly, and they nodded, some satisfied, others cautious. They knew the shamans had called her, and with that knowledge came understanding a trial was to be held, a test to see if she truly was the chosen of Nahuatl.

Rhea sniffed deeply, filling her lungs with the scent of home.

She had no directions, no roadmap; she was simply to go. That was how the shamans worked. It would be her spirit, her resolve, which would find her path to them, wherever in Stella's wilderness they might wait. The village did not follow as she left but it watched, silent and unmoving as the ancient trees that loomed overhead, receding behind her as she stepped into the arms of the forest.



#4Rhea 

When Gods Call [Pt. 1 | Journey Into Priesthood] Empty Wed Oct 30, 2024 10:13 pm

Rhea

The trees grew denser, the air thickening with mystery as she ventured deeper. It felt almost as if the wind followed her, as if in anticipation. She could almost hear Kukulkan, whispering, a faint pulse against her skin that matched her heartbeat--urging her forward, daring her to seek more, to claim her place. Shadows cast themselves over the forest floor, and the path narrowed until there was no path at all only Rhea and her determination.

The hours passed by in silence, disturbed only by the snapping of an occasional branch or the flutter of the birds, which her presence had disturbed.

At last, when the moon was high in the sky and the world was bathed in its silver light, Rhea came to a clearing. In the middle of the glade stood an ancient stone altar, half-hidden by creeping vines and wildflowers.

She felt the weight of the moment, as if the air itself had come to press down upon her shoulders. The shamans gestured for her to take her place in the center, enclosed by an intricate circle of stones etched with ancient runes. The air throbbed with energy, and she could feel the watching spirits, tangible in their presence.

"Before you, are the trials," the shaman said, his arm waving at the stones. "But first, we must purify you of doubt and prepare your body for that which is to come."

And with that, the shamans closed in, placing themselves in a semicircle around her. In the ancient tongue, they uttered a chant, their voices in unison like a holy chorus of sound that wrapped her like a warm blanket. The elf closed her eyes, giving herself over to the rhythm of their incantations.

One of them stepped out in front, cradling a ceremonial bowl that was sprigged with liquid. As he approached her, Rhea could feel the weight of her fears lifting, some sort of calm washing over her. She dipped her fingers into the liquid and flicked it at her; little droplets danced through the air like little tiny stars.

"Let the waters of purification cleanse you," she whispered, her voice as gentle as a caress.



#5Rhea 

When Gods Call [Pt. 1 | Journey Into Priesthood] Empty Wed Oct 30, 2024 10:29 pm

Rhea

The droplets touched her skin, cool and electrifying. Rhea felt them seep into her pores washing away the doubts and fears that had veiled the warrior and future priestess beneath. The chanting grew louder and the spiritual energy became even more noticable as she felt the presence of the ancestors closing in around her, filling her with strength and resolution.

When the ritual finally came to an end, the shamans stepped back, their eyes boring into her so intensely that a shiver ran down her spine. Rhea opened her eyes. Everything was sharper, clearer, more vibrant. Another of the shamans nodded his approval. "The purification has been accepted. Now, we shall adorn you for your trials."

And with practiced ease, the shamans began to wrap her in fresh white garments that felt soft as flowing water as it melted across her body. The lightness of the cloth carried a weight equal to that of earth and sky together, like her connection to both had to find balance. As they worked, they whispered incantations, which wove the fabric alive into a part of her essence, sewing her to the old ways.

Now, fully dressed, The former Knight looked down at herself in wonder at the transformation she had undergone. Her white robes shone with reflected light from both the sun and the magic of this grove. She felt both ethereal and grounded, a bridge between realms. Stepping back, the shamans' faces glowed with pride, where behind them had come out a woman not so tall. Her approach was with an aura of wisdom emanating, though her eyes were white.

The prophet. "You come seeking the old ways, sorceress," a voice chopped through the night, soft and brittle as leaves. The woman stepped closer to Rhea in her dark, woven robes, her face all but obscured save for piercing white eyes that held the fire of the divine.

"I come to honor them," Rhea said, voice even, standing her ground as the figure watched her--every second stretching, a silent test of her patience.



#6Rhea 

When Gods Call [Pt. 1 | Journey Into Priesthood] Empty Wed Oct 30, 2024 10:40 pm

Rhea

"Do you understand what it is to be the Chosen of Nahuatl, and crowned by Kulkulkan?" the woman asked, her voice as gentle as a summer breeze, yet carrying the weight of judgment. Her eyes seemed to strip away layers, peeling down to the very core of Rhea's heart.

"It means to be the storm," The young elf replied, a flash of lightning brightening her eyes, "and to know when to withhold its fury." Her tone held neither arrogance nor hesitation only the truth of one who had known what it was to wield the power of gods. The woman watched her, and slowly a faint smile curved at her lips.

"You have the words. But words will not save you from the trials. Power, alone, is not enough, child." Rhea turned her head sidewards, listening to the words of the shaman as her speak settled over her. She had heard the warnings all her life, but this was different. It was as though the woman spoke not to her but to the soul of her, calling her deeper and daring her to step beyond the threshold. With that, the woman lifted a hand and drew symbols in the air.

For the seer it came with ease, having done this time and time again. Although it was clear that she could not see the world the same way any normal person could, her vision far surpassed Rhea's own. This woman was ordained. She and the other priests, shamans, and seers practiced ancient stellan magic in secrecy, but here in the forests...she was free. The ground beneath Rhea's feet heaved and grumbled as a doorway of rock and vine came open before her, dark on the inside. There was no need for any further explanation; that was her first trial. She would either emerge or be swallowed whole by it.

Rhea looked back at the forest one last time, the thought of her mother and village flashing through her mind. But she did not let it hold her; her path was forward, and she would walk it alone. As she went down into the darkness, the air grew cooler, heavy with the smell of wet stone and earth. The silence was thick and nearly overwhelming. Yet, every step she took, however, was firm and weighted with the gravity of her task. She was meant to emerge from this more connected to the land, and in favor of the old Stellan gods. With them recognizing her as a protector of their strength and power, she could begin the process of removing Illumin and his teachings out of the land.



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