A Trial of the Moon Goddess

Dorian's boots scraped along the pearlescent surface at best, the ground looking infinitely smooth. He was walking on solid moonlight, as much as anything was. Some weightless ground that offered not even the slightest foot hold to him. He had never been too afraid to attempt a trial before, but this time was different.

The Goddess stood before him, shifting forms, showing off eternity and intimidating magic. One minute she was a lovely woman that could be seen, her beauty desolate beneath the burden of centuries gone and her eyes blazing silver like the fury of the beast; the next she was a great presence, felt and not seen but nevertheless there.

This eternal back-and-forth motion between the seen and the unseen was most likely the world’s secret, the union of heaven and the earth. Those eyes, those two fountains of luminous silver, captivated Dorian, but rather than make him feel at ease, he felt intimidated, a bit frightened even.

"You want the Moon Fang, and you’ve come all this