The three women stared at each other directly in the eyes. The shape in the middle of the expedition had talked, asking them a pledge. Then slowly one of them kneeled down with grace. Her face was serene, her eyes deep but sweet.
Krystel was clearly used to obey, but hers was not a blind submission. She decided to serve the Goddess, and knew that her will was source of life. Nothing would have dissuaded her from her lifetime’s task. She talked with a soft voice, a voice that seemed a chant, harmonious as it was.
“Yes sister, I am ready. I, Krystel, have consecrated my life to the Goddess and I am ready to serve her in any way she will desire. With these words”, continued lightly, “I subdue my existence to hers and I am ready for this sacrifice”.
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