The moon was full, and the sky purple. Bats were flitting through the night.
They had prepared their circle on the hill, surrounding the sacred willow tree, and fires were blazing nearby shedding light on the ritual.
“Years of training, experience and compassion have prepared you for this”, the Priest intoned. “With love and trust, we choose you to be High Priestess of our Coven, Vessel to the Goddess, Keeper of Secrets. Face the Goddess!”
The circle hummed.
She closed her eyes, inhaled, waited. Felt the tiara being placed on her head. A strange sadness filled her belly. And when she opened her eyes, the tree…
… the tree remained just a tree.
– Diandra - Visit Short Stories and Mad Rants