“And the magic?” she asked. “It’s still there. I don’t want it.”
“You will use it one last time, then you will let it go of your own free will.”
Myanin still felt the peace inside her even as the goddess’s voice faded from her mind. She could still feel the magic, though it didn’t burn anymore. Maybe because she no longer wanted it for herself? Maybe because she finally admitted it had never been okay for her to take it in the first place? Whatever the reason, even without the pain, she would be glad to let it go as soon as possible. She trusted that the Great Luna seemed to know Myanin would recognize when that time came. For now, she sat in the quiet landscape with the sun shining on her. The coldness that had chilled her to the bones, now gone.
A few minutes went by and then Tenia began to sing. Myanin didn’t open her eyes. She just listened as the haunting beauty of the fae’s voice caused goosebumps to rise on her arms.
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my Shield and Portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
