The heat spread from her head and her heart, trickling through her torso and her limbs. She felt strong, filled with energy, in spite of the sleepless night she had spent at Alaunus’ bedside.
Gradually, the voices and the heat faded and Aveta began to breathe deeply, feeling the change in her body and mind that was unexpected yet amazing.
“Open your eyes, my daughter,” the goddess murmured. When Aveta did as she asked, the goddess smiled. “How do you feel?”
“I feel…wonderful, Mother. Thank you for sharing a part of yourself with me.”
The goddess helped Aveta sit up. “There is not much time, Aveta. You must do what is necessary to help your beloved.” She cupped Aveta’s cheek in her hand. “You will have to create a new spell, a new potion, to save him. Follow your heart and trust your instincts, Aveta, mother of a new age. You have my blessing…and my love.”
Aveta lifted a hand and rested her fingers on the goddess’ hand. “You have my gratitude and my love, Mother.”
Aveta blinked and realized she was lying on her side next to the brook. The light was brighter, the sun having risen completely while she was speaking with the goddess.
Quickly, she got to her feet, vitality still coursing through her body. Though she was desperate to be on her way, she took a moment to stop at the ancient oak tree. Placing her right hand on the trunk, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the bark.
“Thank you as well, Father,” she whispered.
She was not certain, but she thought she felt the vibration of a hum beneath her hand and mouth.
Hope swelled in her chest as she walked away from the tree and the brook, her steps quickening until she was running back toward the village.
