Moonborn: The Devouring

Chapter 12: The Lunar Ritual

As Elijah driven me through the winding hallways of the royal residence, I couldn't offer assistance but feel a sense of fear. What was I getting myself into?

We at last arrived at a expansive wooden entryway, decorated with complicated carvings of lunar images. Elijah pushed the entryway open, uncovering a faintly lit chamber filled with candles and bizarre artifacts.

"This is the lunar sanctuary," Elijah clarified, his voice moo and respectful. "Here, we will perform the custom to stir your Moonborn powers."

I felt a shudder run down my spine as I looked around the sanctuary. The discuss was thick with an otherworldly vitality, and I seem feel the weight of the lunar images bearing down upon me.

Elijah signaled for me to take after him, and I did, my heart beating in my chest. We come to a expansive stone platform in the center of the room, upon which rested a shining crystal.

"This is the Lunar Gem," Elijah said, his eyes shining with fervor. "It holds the key to opening your Moonborn powers."

I felt a surge of expectation as Elijah come to out and took my hand. Together, we raised our hands to the gem, and as we did, the room was filled with a blinding light.

I felt myself being lifted out of my body, felt my soul taking off to the moon and back. The sensation was invigorating and frightening all at once.

And when the light at last blurred, I found myself back in my body, feeling changed forever.

Elijah's eyes bolted onto mine, and I saw a furious energy burning inside them. "It's done," he whispered. "You are presently a genuine Moonborn."

I felt a surge of control course through my veins, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

But as I looked into Elijah's eyes, I saw something there that gave me stop. Something that made me ponder if I had fair made a appalling botch.