Supreme Impostor

4◇Lunar ceremony

The closeness with this girl completes me, but I want to feel more, much more. My skin demands contact with her, my breath want to mingle with hers and my soul need to belong to her.

But I feel my mind crumble as she turns away from me with a charming smile. I wanted to kiss that smile to drown with her in an eternal romance.

I have the feeling of being complete, that his body and mine are destined to be only one and only one entity. So her departure tears me apart, punishes me in the worst way. I want her with me. I want her to tell me everything about herself, that her happiness is mine, that her sorrow is mine. I want to share everything.

And I don’t even know her name.

These new sensations frighten me, so my breathing accelerates, as I turn my head from left to right to find Garnet. I want to get out of here because I don’t understand what’s happening to me.

Am I turning into a psychopath? Because I do not understand this immediate passion that I feel for this young woman, who addressed me only a few words before turning away from my so pathetic and insignificant person.

"Jelyan, are you okay?"

I raise my head to Garnet, sending my panic through my eyes. He frowns and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"What’s the matter with you?"

"I... I don’t know. I think this girl did something to me... Are there witches here?" I stammer.

He raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth to say something, but a strange phenomenon occurs. I feel the air around us getting cold, while a fog rises from the ground. The next minute, this same fog converges on the stone platform where the body of the supreme deceased rests with his wolf widow who watches over him.

The gaseous manifestation takes an increasingly humanoid form, and soon reveals the appearance of a woman with white skin, almost sparkling. She is covered with jewels even in her hair and during a brief moment when I see her eyes, it seems to me that her irises are in fact two mignatures moons. 

I am indeed in the presence of a divity and it shocks me much more than anything I have seen in twenty two years of life. I look around, realizing that all eyes are on the divine presence. Moreover, the latter’s bare feet land on the stone stele, before she kneels there.

Her hand of extreme whiteness lands on the forehead of the deceased, which she caresses the scalp before bending down to kiss his forehead. The white she-wolf straightens up in a sitting position, in order to make a last homage to her husband. The goddess caresses the immaculate fur of the widow, as if to comfort her. Then she rests her attention on the deceased.

The deity whispers something unheard of, and the next second, a shadow escapes from the body to immediately take the form of a ghostly and gigantic black wolf. This new spirit raises its head towards the moon and howls, and all my being tells me that it is to greet the great departure of its deceased host.

Then the goddess of the moon puts her hand on the head of the spiritual wolf and rises with him, so as to have an aerial view of the assembly. She pivots on herself, carefully observing all the glances at her. And soon his eyes with astral similarities freeze in mine.

She is so beautiful.

I step back when it floats in my direction, dragging the black wolf with it. All the attention is focused on me now, and it’s far, far from pleasing me. I can no longer move a millimeter, even when the wolf runs dangerously towards me and disappears on my torso in a smoky effect.

"What the..?"

I shut up when the goddess is near my body. She puts her two hands on my cheeks, and I feel faint.