Night Touched

Kade

Kade

    I had watched Lyra, closely, through the moon pool. Noting, she was adept with magic, but still had much to learn. I blamed her caretaker, for how much farther she still needed to go. It was a disservice to Lyra, to have concealed her from her true self, and our purpose. It was also mildly irritating watching her with the wolf; though I knew that he had a role to play as well. He could assist her in the waking hours; but when she slept, she would be all mine.

   
    It had been quite a long time; since I had taken an interest in the affairs of mortals. So long indeed, that my followers had diminished, and my temples had become few. Alas, so is the nature of chaos; it ebbs and flows, but always remains. Soon, a resurgence would be at hand, or so the prophecy foretold. I sat on the bench by the moon pool watching, and waiting for her to arrive. I had so much to teach her, and such precious time before the next meteor shower arrived.    

   
    I had lain claim, to protect her, since before her birth, even named her; having been entreated by one of the faithful. It wasn't every century, that mortals tried to interfere with the aether themselves... quite the undertaking, really. Lyra would have to learn to access higher magic, and master her forms; if she was going to take her rightful place. I will to instruct her myself; what better magister to access the weave of magic, than a God? The wolf could help her with her forms; he had already proven useful in that arena. I had even given her a gift during her claiming; a rare ability that only I could teach.

    I was laying sideways across the bench; awaiting my charge. The moon pool grew distorted; signifying her arrival was imminent. I rolled over, turning to face the meadow. I felt the winds change bringing a surge of power with it. Goodness, that never gets old. It had been such a long time since I had chosen a champion, and this one I had picked sight unseen. Yet, what a sight she was. I hadn't been able to contain myself the last time she had arrived; both her form, and the link between us was intoxicating.

   
    I watched, as her body materialized in the field where she last had been. Her silvery hair a tangle, and the curves of her bosom rising and falling beneath the silk dress, I had chosen for her. I waited patiently for her to awaken. Lyra curled a hand over her head stretching in the grass and I chuckled to myself softly, as I watched her attempt to get her bearings.

   
    "Welcome back, my chosen." I called out to her.

   
    She turned around quickly, looking in my direction. She stood up in the grass gracefully, and I watched her set her shoulders purposefully, as she walked barefoot towards me.

   
    "How it is possible, that I'm dreaming of you and this place twice?" She asked puzzled. Her eyes were the color of warm honey and the lilt in her voice was delightful.

   
    "Well, I would say, I'm glad you're dreaming of me; but that wouldn't exactly be accurate." I said teasingly.

   
    "That's exactly what a dream you would say." Lyra remarked.

   
    I laughed then, amused by her response. "Oh, I like this game. Do tell me what a dream version of myself would do next."

   
    She frowned a little at that, her brow furrowed in thought. "I assume you'll just be cryptic and probably touch me..." she said her voice trailing off.

   
    I sat up on the bench, "Is that an invitation? Because, I'd be happy to oblige." I looked her over hungrily; and was pleased to see a blush crawl up her pale throat, into her cheeks.

   
    "That's... that's not what I meant." She stammered out, clearly embarrassed.

   
    "I see, well we do have much work to do Lyra. There's always time for touching you later." I told her playfully, winking in her direction.