A New Moon

The warrior walked through the vines and bushes in her path. She didn’t know what she was gonna find there, she only knew it was worth it. She made way, she searched. There was nothing there. Is this the place? She kept exploring, through the vines and bushes. A voice came from somewhere unknown. Addressing the warrior, it inquired about her actions. She responded defensively, unsure of what was the voice, and it’s intentions. Surprisingly, the voice revealed herself. It was a woman. Blue. Mystical in gesture and pose. She was exquisite, a figure of dreams and fairy tales. The warrior kept herself tense, her expectation wasn’t pleasant. However, the blue figure did no harm. She spoke in a pacifying tone, trying to calm her new acquaintance. The warrior wished to know about the Green Glade of the Druids, the long forgotten ritual ground of legends. And where remained the gift of primal magic, they say; there dormant, awaiting the able and brave enough to seek it… The mystical blue woman laughed light-heartedly. With an elegant motion...bushes and vines around her moved themselves magically. Outwardly. The vegetation started to give ample space for both women, and something was becoming clear. There were some peculiar-shaped rocks now visible in this area. Tree trunks of sturdy bark, very very old. And flowers of vivid and eye-catching colors. More importantly, all of them marked. Druidic runes. This was the Green Glade of the Druids. The warrior was shaken. Upon this sudden transformation of surroundings, she knew not how to react. Was this really the Green Glade? What is this blue creature planning? The blue woman did not change her attitude, however. She simply directed the warrior to one of the nearby runes. With a welcoming attitude, she invited her new friend to touch it. The warrior reached no conclusion in her mind. She faced the rune and the blue being simply. She touched the stone. The essence of the Primordial Seed ran through the rock. And through her. Her eyes started to emanate light. Her skin started to change texture. The magic acted on the warrior and transformed her. When it was done, she fell on the ground, on her knees. Her mind dealing with the event.

...After ten thousand years. After a hundred thousand moons. In the depths of the Eldest Forest... A new druid had just been born.