The Sibyl

The Dome

Ok I was wrong. One more chapter of kinda smexy time. But I promise to be tame.

Also I'm very sorry for the delay in updating. My brain has been very unfocused recently.

Meara :-P

My eyes slowly cracked open as the pale light of the early morning filtered through the magical dome that had formed over the sacred circle. That was odd. I don't remember reading about a dome being formed over the circle. Curiously, I stared at the dome. It appeared to be solid, but completely opaque with a gold, silver swirl with just a touch of green and blue mixed into the spirals. I chuckled to myself, I guessed Sibyl Lotus and her apprentice did not get to watch last night's activities- serves them right. They seemed more focused on the pleasure aspect of the rituals rather than finding the balance between the magic and the physical act. Though I don't remember reading about this being part of either of the rituals, I decided I'd look it up later.

I stretched, and yawned as I watched the dome begin to crack under the light of the sun that had begun to crest over the hills to the east of the town. I took my time to carefully sit up and survey my surroundings, and the man that was still sleeping next to me.

My beautiful, beautiful tool that I'd used to unlock my magic. It was a trade-off between him and I. He'd become a tool to unlock my magic and I'd become the tool for his pleasure and protection for the next moon. For that is how long my blessing would last him. From new moon to new moon. I would walk with him on his travels and he would be blessed. But more than that he would forever carry part of my magic with him as they had settled over him when my barrier had been breached. Originally, that is how Chosen had been made. One Sibyl would find their champion or their Chosen, and upon the breaking of that magical barrier the magic would drift down and infuse them with a hint of that magic. Eventually that magic-infused blood would build up enough that children were born natural Chosen. Now there are all kinds of Chosen, some are fighters and some are wordsmiths, and some are craftsmen of all kinds. The one thing that ties us all together is that we are called to serve the Gods. In whatever manner we are able.

Soren's deep, even breathing showed that he was not close to waking, so I took a few moments just to examine how I felt- inside and out. My skin felt tingly and tight and although I didn't exactly hurt anywhere I was definitely sore; everywhere. I was once again glad we had done these rituals in the glen because that meant I could take a nice hot soak before we broke our fast and said goodbye to Sibyl Lotus and her Apprentice Nasha. I had to admit, I would be very glad to say goodbye to those two.

I was not sure how they served their own town, but it felt like they were much more focused on the praise they could receive from the town folk rather than what the Gods could be telling them. Not to mention the pleasure their position could afford for other rituals such as these two. Yes, we are supposed to treasure these kinds of acts, and we are supposed to enjoy them, but they also serve an important purpose. When those purposes are forgotten the importance and meanings get diluted and lost.

My mind drifted as I reached down and began to run my fingers through Soren's deep auburn hair. As the cracks in the dome branched out further and grew wider the thin morning sun crept in and set his hair ablaze. It was like looking at the fire cast over the dark bark of a tree. It was silky and thick and I reveled in its feel as it slid through my fingers. Once again my hands wandered and began to lightly trace his face; nose, eye brows, cheek bones, jaw, lips. I wanted to memorize every aspect of him. He would be leaving soon and I wanted to soak up as much of him as I could.

It didn't matter that he would always be with me because he was my Chosen. What mattered the most was that I had done the unforgivable. I'd let him into my heart.