Well here we are, day two of a page a day! Today’s offering is a bit creative.
Her reflection stared back up at her from the pool of water, the rain making her face ripple and twist. Her reflection almost seemed to shine back up at her, occasionally a demonic visage, or an angelic one, depending on how the ripples worked their way across the water.
“I’m an angel… I’m a demon…” she whispered, letting her fingers trace across the fluid mirror. Her very soul seemed to reflect back at her from the pool, and she sighed.
It wasn’t enough for her to just trace her fingers across the water. They needed to be submerged, and in that moment she realized that this… power… she held inside of her had always been there and always would be there. There would be no hiding it after today, with the rain falling down and blessing her. A mere fraction of movement, and her fingers slid into the cool water effortlessly, the liquid parting to welcome them into its embrace.
Goddess of Storms, I call out to thee. I accept thy embrace, and I willingly become thy vessel. She murmured the phrase of acceptance, the phrase she had been rattling around in her head since she was a little girl, over and over again.
The lightning flashed and struck down, but this time, she didn’t flinch. It wasn’t going to harm her. Instead, she welcomed the heat, the white hot fire of the electricity running through her veins as the Goddess of Storms claimed her as her vessel.
Voices calling out her name caused the young woman to wake up, her face plastered with mud and muck from the storm. She sat up dizzily, her eyes having a hard time focusing for a moment, before she remembered what had happened. Curiously, she opened her hand and was disappointed to not see lightning dancing amongst her fingers. “Well, this is working out better than I planned…” she muttered. Cautiously, she stood and looked around at the pool of water where she had pledged herself. It seemed almost pristine in the fading dusk. She inhaled sharply, smelling that fresh smell that always followed a storm. Looking up at the sky, she could see the grey clouds still gathered, and she smiled. The rains would come again, and if the Goddess hadn’t accepted her yet, she would get another chance, no doubt.
But the lightning had hit her… and she had survived it…
She waved her hands and called out to her ‘rescuers’. “Here I am!” she cried, several times. She could hear the sounds of relief as they came crashing through the heavily wooded area near the pool where she had given her life.
As she waited her friends and loved ones, she felt a strange buzzing begin in her head. Instinctively, she cast her eyes skyward and could see that the clouds were growing darker and darker, the weight of the water contained within them becoming heavier by the moment. “The rain is coming again…” she whispered, and her skin began to tingle.
“IT’S COMING!” she screamed, her eyes flashing like lightning. The tingling on her skin became stronger and stronger, moving across her mud splattered skin as she stood there screaming about the rain.
It was then that the lightning started… but this time, not from the sky. It came from her fingertips.