The Goddess Series: The Goddess’ Secret Love

“Do you, Selene, vow to uphold life’s laws and watch over your children with kindness, love, and light? To not interfere and only bestow your gift upon other wolves should you choose? To let free will, above all, be law, and if you break it, do you vow to take the consequences that are given to you with a high head?” They asked, their voices all overlapping each other in sync. The Elder Gods, all 8 of them, looking down on me through their masks. Only able to see their eyes and their massive white coats with an emblem I couldn’t see. “I vow to uphold life’s laws, I vow to not interfere and should I choose, I vow to protect my prophet like I would any other. I vow to let free will be law and should I break it, I vow to take my consequences with my head held high and take accountability for my inadequacies.” I said, I felt my satin hair flowing softly at my feet, swirling with the nervousness I felt. I caught my reflection in the crystal water in front of me that separated me from the Elders. A pale woman, as white as snow, with red lips, iridescent blue eyes and satin white hair that flowed well past my feet. I hadn’t always been this way. I remember being a wolf, being mortal. What I did to deserve a place among the Goddess’ I haven’t a clue. But, I will not let this opportunity go to waste. “You will never be know as your human name again. From now on, you are Selene, Goddess of the Moon and the Wolves. Do you accept your title?” One of Elders, a woman, asked, and I bowed, “I do, Your Grace.” I said, my voice soft and silky, another thing I would have to get used to. “Then it is done. One of the guards shall take you to your new home, where you will bestow your gift upon the humans. How they use it, is up to them.” The same Elder said, and I bowed again, following one of the guards out of the room. As we walked past, a man in shackles was walking towards us with 2 guards in front and the back. He had his head down but I felt a stirring in my chest, an unusual sensation, I quickly dismissed it and focused my attention on the guards back, disregarding the prisoner with black hair as dark as the night sky and skin the colour of sun kissed sand, the type of skin colour you would get from an adequate amount of sun, bronzed but not too much. I had to admit, I wanted to see his eyes. ‘Enough. We have a duty.’ A voice in my head said, and I was startled. The guard motioned me to a room, the door was a beautiful Royal Blue, adorned with silver stars and a gold crescent moon with two playful wolves on the crest of the moon. “Your room, m’lady.” The guard bowed, before he walked away. I nervously entered my new home and gasped as white mist flowed out of the crevice of the door. I took a deep breath, smelling orchids and a sweet scent I couldn’t describe. I walked in, turned around, shut the door, took a deep breath and turned around, gasping at the sight in front of me. A huge bed, trimmed with gold, white and silver, white bedding, a table with what looked to be a small little library, and in the centre of the room, a giant ball of white mist with an iridescent blue and white glaze in the centre. “This must be how I watch my children.” I said out loud, stepping up to the ball. I felt an immediate shift and the picture showed a woman, trampling through the forest, twigs and dirt covered her. “Poor thing, what has happened to you?” I questioned, and saw, or rather heard, what sounded like hounds. “Get her!” “Don’t let her get away!” I heard, and I thought that this must be the first human to receive my gift. “Poor dear, unto you, I bestow my gift, have the gift to shift into a beautiful beast, strength, beauty, and power.” I said, and waved my hand towards the ball. A flow of white silvery glitter flowed out of my outstretched hand and towards the woman. I watched as she collapsed on her knees and I heard snaps and screams, knowing she was shifting. “Breathe, child, allow it to happen.” I said to her, and she looked around her. “Who are you?!” She screamed, and I smiled lightly. I suppose it is strange to hear a voice you cannot see. “My name is Selene. I am your Goddess. I have bestowed the gift of the wolf upon you. Share this gift wisely, my child.” I said as I watched her shift completely into a beautiful chestnut wolf with blue, shinning eyes. “You are beautiful, child. Now run, run free and share this gift with who you choose. I will always watch over you and those you share with. Have faith and be kind always.” I said, closing the bond and watched her for what felt like days, choosing people, sharing her newfound gift, watching as some used it for good and some for bad, but alas, I could not do anything. Not that I minded, I vowed to let them have free will and freedom. I watched solemnly as she was apart of a raid and got killed, her once shining blue eyes faded and glazed, her beautiful chestnut fur marred in blood and dirt. I mourned for days and refused to watch over my children in order to mourn. Once I started watching them again, I felt I had to choose someone special, someone who would use my powers for good and someone to share my power and grace with. Who it would be? I haven’t an idea but I vowed to myself; I would find someone who is deserving of my gift. Someone who will be able to follow my vision for my wolves. I will spend as long as I need to before choosing. This, is my promise. And so I did, centuries past and I have yet to find a suitable prophet. There have been many times I almost did, but it wasn’t the right time. Some days, I found my thoughts going to the prisoner I had seen centuries ago, what ever happened to him, I wonder. I wasn’t able to leave this room unless the Elders called upon me, I was to stay in this room. I noticed very quickly, I didn’t need to eat or drink but I still needed to sleep. But only once every so often. I mostly laid in the bed to read or watch my children from there. Watching as the ball flicks between different scenes of different wolves. But never finding the most suitable prophet. ‘She will come, Selene. Have patience.” My wolf, Nyla, said, and I huffed. ‘It has been centuries, Nyla. Perhaps she, or he, is not out there.’ I said, discouraged. ‘Yet.’ Nyla said, closing the mind from her as she went to sleep. Yet…I hope that is true. Patience, Nyla said. Oh, how I have plenty. I softly chuckled, and decided I needed to sleep as well as it had been a while since my last rest. As I lay in my bed, I closed my eyes and listened to my soft breathing and slow heartbeat. I found it funny, even after so many centuries, that even as immortal Gods and Goddess’, we still carry a heartbeat and a need for breath. I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a woman with soft eyes and blonde hair.