The village was quiet, filled with the stillness of the night, as the full moon rose high above the forest's edge.
The air was firm, the scent of earth and pine meditating with the faint trace of succulent wildflower wtgat signifies unity and peace.
In the distance, the soft sound of the night's creatures carried on the wind.
But here, she stands beside a stone altar in the middle of the pretty wildflower, there was only the whisper of leaves and the slow and steady movement of the moonlight.
Jazlyn stood alone in the center of the flower, her bare feet pressed against the cool, dew-covered grass. Her white robes, decorated with faint silver threads in the pattern of ancient sorcerers attire, shined under the moon's glow.
She raised her arms to the sky, she closed her eyes, her dark hair flowing around her like a river of midnight.
The moon's light shines at her in its peacefulglow, a soft, delicate brightness that seemed to draw the very magic within her to the surface.
She slowed her breathing, strengthened, as she focused her mind.
She had performed this ritual countless times, each time feeling a quiet sense of peace wash over her, but tonight, there was something more. Something she could not name.
Her fingers, delicate and graceful, moved in a different pattern, drawing her magical symbols in the air.
The symbols twinkle and vibrated into existence like silver pieces of smoke before fading into the night.
Each movement was done consciously , each signal an invocation of the lunar forces she had been born to command.
The air around her seemed to grow heavier, filled with the soft sound of magic.
Jazlyn's voice, low, soft and melodic, began to chant in an ancient tongue, a prayer of purification, calling on the moon to cleanse the earth, to release any lingering shadows that might threaten the balance of the land.
The words were familiar, their power known to her by heart. She had recited them since childhood, taught by the elders of the secret order of light that had once protected the land.
As she spoke, the moonlight boosts, weaving through her hair, flowing around her body like a silky and soft veil.
It was as if the moon itself had come alive, drawn to the purity of her call. Soft beams of light curled and spread around her hands, the glow brightening, the sparkling which can make any being there to undergo a state of blur vision for some minutes.
The ground she's standing on shaking with energy, the earth responding to the lunar magic.
The silver thread of light stretched outward from her, reaching into the trees, the grass, the very air itself.
The ritual was taking it's form now, and the land was beginning to heal. The balance was being restored.
For a moment, Seraphine felt herself , she lose herself in the magic, her body becoming one with the light and the earth.
Time slowed. The outside world faded away. There was only the moon, and her, and the harmony between them.
Her breath deepened, the magic flowing through her with greater power. The air itself waves with energy as the spell reached its peak.
And in that moment, as she stood under the full moon, Jazlyn felt a sense of lonely, she could never conscious to describe what's happening .
It was as though she were no longer just a part of the world, but the world itself, connected to the land, to the sky, and to the ancient and magical forces that had shaped them both.
Her voice loose strength for a moment as the magic grew stronger, her fingers trembling slightly as the ritual reached its climax.
The moonlight was now blinding, its light so pure and radiant that it seemed to wash away all the shadows of the world.
And then, as if in response to the ritual's power, the earth around her shaking with rapid .
The magic felt different, somehow more like to evaporate than it ever had before.
She felt a sharp sensation that her nerve is irritated and sending extra signals on the back of her neck, shiver runs down her spine.
A slight distance sound of something unfamiliar touched her consciousness.
A whisper, far away but somehow deeply emotional , floated through the center of her mind.
It was a voice, but it was not the one she recognized. It was not the voice of the moon, nor any of the spirits of the land which she had learned to communicate with. This voice was darker, more urgent, and it was calling to her.
"Jazlyn….."
Her heart skipped a beat.
The voice low, now familiar, and filled with ancient sorrow pierced the moment like a blade through still water.
"Nathan…" she whispered, her breath catching in her throat.
But the voice missed just as quickly as it had come, leaving her in the deep silence of the forest clearing.
The light around her began to dim, the magic ebbing back into the earth as the ritual came to its end.
The soft beam of the moon faded into the night, leaving her standing alone in the quiet after glow.
Jazlyn took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the sensation lingered the distant connection to something or someone.
She was not sure what had just happened, or if she had imagined it, but the strength of that voice was undeniable. Nathan.
She swallowed hard, trying to shake off the penetration cause it was because it was unease. The ritual was complete and the land was cleansed. Yet her mind kept drifting back to that strange feeling. To that voice.
She glanced up at the moon, its light now softer, more distant.
The world around her was still. Peaceful and yet deep within her telling her that something had shifted. There was a connections she could not ignore.
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