A New Moon - Pg. 2

The leaves of the Eldest Forest ruffled. A druid, a long forgotten sight. The newborn adjusted finally to the new reality. She stood.

"What happens now?..." she inquired.

"Nothing. You simply searched for the gift of this place. And the gift I gave you". The blue spirit said that. Smiled. And vanished in plain sight. The druid was baffled. She wished to gain magic. To borrow on their powers, to use spells of the druids to defend the land and battle the monsters near her home. She never wanted to become one of them. What would that entail?

"Nothing" said a voice. From inside her mind. It was not her own, she was sure. This startled her.

"Who are you??" said her mentally, in hopes of an answer.

"Your druidic powers are just that, powers. Not responsibilities. The druids made this ritual to help those of noble souls in need. The powers were never hoarded. Simply, few souls were found worth it.". She stopped for a moment.

"Was I worth it?"

"Yes"

"And again, who are you?"

"The druidic conscience. I am no being or entity, simply a voice. A voice that speaks with the druid, when called."

"But I didn't call for you..."

"A non-druid would believe, yes."

She stood there. In silence.

"...I'm gonna go home" she said, turning to where she came from. She readied her machete, but once she upped her gaze to the bushes and vines, she realized the foliage instantly moved on it's own and opened a path. It was so forceful and precise, it was almost like the movement was somehow commanded. The druidic conscience spoke.

"This is only the beginning"