Nightsister
As the Ichor waters do their work, The Night Mother having caste the spells of Healing, turned to the inquisitive New Sister,
"There are many mysteries of the Magicks.. to mend is one that requires a high concentration to accomplish and more than one Sister. Since Ana is to be with you in your.. Diarchy, you two can achieve this ability, drawing on the Magicks together. Though be warned that to do so takes a toll and rest is needed after using the healing ritual. I will show you, Ana knows already, and then you two will carry this gift to the galaxy."
Beneath the glowing peridot green waters, Ana was asleep, or in a state very near to it. Her wounds on her body had already begun to mend, the burns from the lightning no longer visible, though the scars in her mind were more difficult to remove, the Night Mother feeling with her hand the splinters that Krath Witch had left. She above looking down on her Daughter, began to move her pale and boney fingers as a Kinrath legs above the waters,
"My dearest Daughter.. can you hear me?"
Her voice echoing in Ana's mind as she dwelt beneath the bubbling Magick waters.
In his mind, the Nightsister saw her Mother standing there, levitating in a dark cave.
"Mother?" the faint Young girl said.
She responded,
"Yes Child.. I am here.. your injuries are extensive.. that Witch has done her work here in the shadow of thought."
Ana stood in the cave with her Mother and said,
"I never thought I would come back to Dath.. I was determined to stay away.."
The Night Mother drew near to her and placing her hand on her face said,
"What happened was not your fault.. Diana made her choice."
Ana shook her head,
"She is gone because of me!"
The Night Mother took Ana into her arms and said,
"There there.. she looked up to you, as the first born from my womb. She even clung to your heel when you were both born."
Ana with tears in the Thought Realm said,
"It is my fault! Mine alone!"
The Night Mother kissed her forehead and combed her long white hair from falling in her eyes, a gesture that was more of symbolism than reality in this realm of the minds.
"What happened was a tragedy.. though I never held the blame on you in my heart.. never! I have loved you from the moment you came forth from my loins and I held you, and nursed you. It has grieved me that you departed and that you swore to never return."
Ana buried her head in the grove of her Mother's neck,
"Ma ma!"
The Night Mother held her tight in the Mind's Eye, and then said,
"Come back to the Conscious Realm, and you will find you are as you are now."
Ana awoke, she was in the lap of her Mother, who held her tight, the Ichor Liquid being dried by the Sisters who red clothes.
"My darling daughter.. the time has come for you to cease punishing yourself and remember who you are, my daugther, and a true Sister of Dathomir!"
Ana tightened her embrace and said,
"Yes Mother.. you know best as always."
Closing her eyes as the two held there together, the Night Mother turning to Lyssara and said,
"You as our newest Sister must help my Daughter when you are awaty from your home, from Dathomir. She is all I prize in the galaxy, please protect her and she I know will protect you. I sense a bond, forged by the Magicks between you two. Embrace it, for you will be the only sisters out there in your Diarchy."
"There are many mysteries of the Magicks.. to mend is one that requires a high concentration to accomplish and more than one Sister. Since Ana is to be with you in your.. Diarchy, you two can achieve this ability, drawing on the Magicks together. Though be warned that to do so takes a toll and rest is needed after using the healing ritual. I will show you, Ana knows already, and then you two will carry this gift to the galaxy."
Beneath the glowing peridot green waters, Ana was asleep, or in a state very near to it. Her wounds on her body had already begun to mend, the burns from the lightning no longer visible, though the scars in her mind were more difficult to remove, the Night Mother feeling with her hand the splinters that Krath Witch had left. She above looking down on her Daughter, began to move her pale and boney fingers as a Kinrath legs above the waters,
"My dearest Daughter.. can you hear me?"
Her voice echoing in Ana's mind as she dwelt beneath the bubbling Magick waters.
In his mind, the Nightsister saw her Mother standing there, levitating in a dark cave.
"Mother?" the faint Young girl said.
She responded,
"Yes Child.. I am here.. your injuries are extensive.. that Witch has done her work here in the shadow of thought."
Ana stood in the cave with her Mother and said,
"I never thought I would come back to Dath.. I was determined to stay away.."
The Night Mother drew near to her and placing her hand on her face said,
"What happened was not your fault.. Diana made her choice."
Ana shook her head,
"She is gone because of me!"
The Night Mother took Ana into her arms and said,
"There there.. she looked up to you, as the first born from my womb. She even clung to your heel when you were both born."
Ana with tears in the Thought Realm said,
"It is my fault! Mine alone!"
The Night Mother kissed her forehead and combed her long white hair from falling in her eyes, a gesture that was more of symbolism than reality in this realm of the minds.
"What happened was a tragedy.. though I never held the blame on you in my heart.. never! I have loved you from the moment you came forth from my loins and I held you, and nursed you. It has grieved me that you departed and that you swore to never return."
Ana buried her head in the grove of her Mother's neck,
"Ma ma!"
The Night Mother held her tight in the Mind's Eye, and then said,
"Come back to the Conscious Realm, and you will find you are as you are now."
Ana awoke, she was in the lap of her Mother, who held her tight, the Ichor Liquid being dried by the Sisters who red clothes.
"My darling daughter.. the time has come for you to cease punishing yourself and remember who you are, my daugther, and a true Sister of Dathomir!"
Ana tightened her embrace and said,
"Yes Mother.. you know best as always."
Closing her eyes as the two held there together, the Night Mother turning to Lyssara and said,
"You as our newest Sister must help my Daughter when you are awaty from your home, from Dathomir. She is all I prize in the galaxy, please protect her and she I know will protect you. I sense a bond, forged by the Magicks between you two. Embrace it, for you will be the only sisters out there in your Diarchy."