POWERMOM:THE CHOSEN ONE

~CHAPTER FOUR~

[Narration: The grand temple of Neastean. Abigail stands before the altar, her presence commanding attention. The temple walls echo with a reverent hush as worshippers gather, anticipation thick in the air. Abigail holds a scroll, her eyes scanning the parchment as she prepares to sing.]

Abigail:
(Reflectively, penning down her thoughts)

With muscles honed by trials, a heart steadfast and true...
I stand before you, queens divine, my spirit breaking through.
In this sacred embrace, where your light does shine...
I sing of your grace, your wisdom divine.

[Chorus of worshippers join in, their voices blending in harmony.]

Chorus:

Oh, Angelina and Gwen, guardians of our land,
In Abigail's song, your love does stand.
Through her voice, we feel your presence near,
Guiding us with strength, dispelling every fear.

Abigail:
(With growing confidence, her voice fills the temple)

Each note a prayer, from the depths of my being,
From mountains high to valleys deep and wide,
In worship and in praise, we stand unified.

[Elder Thalia, keeper of sacred lore, listens with reverence.]

Elder Thalia:
(Whispering to herself)

Ancient tales unfold, of battles won and miracles untold.

[Young Ariana, with eyes bright and clear, joins the chorus.]

Young Ariana:
(Singing sweetly)
In Abigail's song, there's healing and grace,
A balm for the weary, a light in this place.

[The melody swells, weaving threads of hope and peace.]

[Narration: As the echoes of Abigail's song fade, the temple remains in quiet reverence. A new figure steps forward, ready to continue the worship.]

Narrator:
(Announcing)

And now, as Abigail's voice lingers in the sacred air, it is Elder Thalia who prepares to share her hymn of ancient wisdom and faith.

[Narration: The grand temple of Neastean. Abigail stands before the altar, her presence commanding attention. The temple walls echo with a reverent hush as worshippers gather, anticipation thick in the air. Abigail holds a scroll, her eyes scanning the parchment as she prepares to sing.]

Abigail:
(Reflectively, penning down her thoughts) 

With muscles honed by trials, a heart steadfast and true... 
I stand before you, queens divine, my spirit breaking through. 
In this sacred embrace, where your light does shine... 
I sing of your grace, your wisdom divine.

[Chorus of worshippers join in, their voices blending in harmony.]

Chorus:
 
Oh, Angelina and Gwen, guardians of our land, 
In Abigail's song, your love does stand. 
Through her voice, we feel your presence near, 
Guiding us with strength, dispelling every fear.

Abigail: 

(With growing confidence, her voice fills the temple) 

Each note a prayer, from the depths of my being, 
From mountains high to valleys deep and wide, 
In worship and in praise, we stand unified.

[Elder Thalia, keeper of sacred lore, listens with reverence.]

Elder Thalia: 
(Whispering to herself)