[Forsaken] - Luna's Edge

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The air in the temple is cool, as always; the stone floor cold as I kneel beneath the image of Luna at the centre of the shrine. I can feel the spirits watching me: Profitable Endeavour, The Merchant Prince, Master of the Court of a Thousand Coins; Forges to the North; the Chronicler; and the Knight Errant, representative of the White Stag.

I'm not here to speak to them, but they are here to listen, nonetheless.

I settle on one knee, my hands resting on the head of my axe, and look up.

"Mother Luna," I begin, "I come before you in all humility. I offer myself as your warrior and your voice, to be your speaker before the Silver Pact, if you will have me."

It is the Knight Errant who puts the questions to me, demanding that I fulfil the duties of the speaker and uphold the spirit of the Pact above its word. I agree; what else would I do.

The light on the blade of my axe glints silver, and a moment later I am bathed in moonlight, although I am below the Earth and outside the sun rides high. I have called and she has answered.

I leave the temple and the Mother's light shines still along the edge of my axe.