I submitted this scene a while ago. Back then, it was a work in progress and needed a lot of editing and fine-tuning. Now though, I wanted to reintroduce this scene to see how y'all react to it. Last time, it wasn't as magical as it should have been; how is it now?
After retrieving Divine Essence from Reverend John, I asked Ianite where I should make a shrine to resurrect Hurricane. She recommended a place She called “spiritually awakening,” a valley inside the Lacadon Mountain Range, and funnily enough, not too far from Mount Esser.
At the basin of the enchanted valley, the flowers glowed in their excellency. Was it the dew on their pedals? Or the sheer fact that some form of power surged beneath this earth. The colors ranged in hues: red, blue, green, yellow—then, repeating across the landscape like a fantastical rainbow painted across the grass.
Even the dirt sparkled. The birds chirped in the mating chants, furrowing in nests throughout the sparse trees of the land. One of the little birds was golden with the most beautiful wings; its feathers centered away from the base of its chest, its legs sprouted like perfect twigs, and its beak was a cerulean blue that resembled a ripe berry. The little guy had its nest inside a cave, not a developed chamber, yet a minor, locked-away sanctum that I deduced as perfect. Not only did vines and moss take root in the walls, but the bird showed me how the mountain itself held this pocket of space as special: little fountains and droplets of water sprouted from the walls like waterfalls.
This was it.
Light clouds roamed the sky. I had spent weeks creating this garden, gathering every resource, checking off the last resources needed, and finalizing the site. An earthy scent permeated the room; once-saplings sprouted into lush trees that hugged and touched the stone ceiling. Mianite only wished his Earth training grounds looked like this: leaves blowing in and out, the grass occasionally moving back and forth, fireflies, and other luminescent bugs serenading the chamber in dimness.
This all wouldn’t be possible with the Earth element.
“What would I do without you?” I asked it. It was a great question, after all. To think, if I won those Timelord Trials, I would’ve abandoned this! Ferns and flowerbeds bore into the floor, blossoming flowers of all kinds.
“Earth will do for now.”
The diamond-tipped shrine, hollowed out with divine essence and having its fruit-scented candles circling around it, was ready at last.
I knelt in the obsidian basin, facing the altar. Each ingredient was perfectly placed, perfectly joined in a hexagram, and outlined with the divine powder. Its blueish substance brightened.
It was happening.
A warm presence of auras and spirits graced me like I was reaching into a dimensional plane. I brought out my sword and struck the center of the ritual site, cracking the obsidian. As if the crack tore a shred through space and time, a ripple of-what-sounded-like the Timelord’s vortex shook the chamber. My garden embraced its presence; every tree, every flower, and every vine contributed to this awakening.
In glory, my sword grew in heat and brightness, rivaling a torch yet glowing in a golden tint. How could this be? I thought, as my eyes were still closed. The intensity of the moment burned through my eyelids, yet it wasn’t over. I came to realize that I was not the only one in the room any longer—for when I opened my eyes, She appeared.
Hurricane, The Goddess of Satena. She wore a silky-white dress that hid Her chest and covered Her stretching down to Her knees. Her bright golden hair was jaw-dropping; it was like literal gold, smooth and soft in its appearance. And with that bright smile, the whole room lit up.
She looked around and took in the scenery before Her, of the many trees scattered about, of the shrine, of the sword, and of me kneeling in front of Her. Although She did not say anything, I could tell She was disorientated. With Her hands, She tapped Her cheeks as Her eyes wandered about.
“Hello,” I said to Her. “Are you alright?”