Mother Goddess Statue Totk 소설 & 이야기

I whisper. She leads us into the main sanctuary, where Lyra’s eyes go wide at the giant statue of the Moon Goddess, crafted entirely from moonstone. A silver light illuminates it from the high ceiling, causing the Goddess’s likeness to shimmer like a diamond. Even after seeing these all my life, it still stuns me for a moment at the heavy presence of the Moon Goddess it projects. The few worshippers in the sanctuary rise and leave the room quietly at our entrance. “Please, sit,” Silanya directs us, and we all gather in the front row of the stone benches.

She hummed as she snipped them, one by one. --- We found the first shrine in the Deadroot Marshes-a cairn of blackened bones, pulsing with Veil-magic. At its center stood a statue of the Dusk Mother, her face half-melted, hands cupping a pool of liquid shadow. "A beacon," Isolde whispered. "Someone's calling her back."

The smile on her face wasn't friendly, nor was it cruel. “Who is she?” I whispered in awe, and my hand reached out before I could stop myself from caressing the statue. “That's the goddess Velkra. The dark moon, mother of the lycans.” Hanna answered. “The lycan goddess?” I repeated. I looked up at her once again, and I could see it. My heart skipped a beat, and I retracted my hand, taking a step backwards. For a fleeting second, her demeanour changed—or I imagined it changing.

Its high towers and short buildings spanned a wide range of land, even larger than what the castle occupied. As expected, as Ivorie's carriage rode closer to the shrine, she could see that the outer grounds was filled with people. They were waiting for the Luna. The coachman soon halted the carriage and Ivorie was helped out of it. With Brennan closely behind her, she walked towards the twelve feet tall statue that represented the moon goddess. As she climbed the high platform, she could feel intense gazes on her, which made the back of her neck ticklish. As a demonstration of her respect for the moon goddess, she bowed before the statue before her. She muttered a prayer before taking a deep

The statue. She must be at least fifteen feet tall. A veiled woman, her face obscured entirely by the smooth fall of sculpted fabric. One hand is lifted, palm facing upward, and on it rests an orb. At her feet, a massive wolf lies curled, its head resting on its paws, eyes closed in peaceful slumber. The Moon Goddess. I stop breathing for a second. Dom stops walking. I feel him pause beside me, just slightly, a subtle shift of reverence, of awe.

Then the strangest thing happened, slowly the moon began to descend from the sky right before my eyes and as it did, it got small and smaller until finally, it came in through the open roof and went straight into the orb that was in the woman’s hand. The orb gave off a soft silvery glow at first before it exploded with a bright light that made me shield my eyes. The eye of the statue lit up too and then it spoke to me, “Javier, the first mate of the chosen one.” I still shielded my eyes until the light dimmed and I could see again, “Who the hell are you? What am I doing here?” “I am Lunar, the goddess of the moon and the mother of all werewolves, Lycans, and otherwise.”

Pillars grew tall, arching high, catching the morning light until they gleamed like frost. Gasps filled the clearing. Some wolves whispered prayers. Before the rising hall stood a statue - tall, serene, carved of the same white stone. The Moon Goddess, her arms lifted, a crescent halo framing her head. Her presence radiated peace and warning both. Wendrah’s voice carried over the stunned crowd: “The Moon Goddess grants not just blessing, but foundation. A kingdom must have a heart, a place where vows are made and kept. Here it will stand. Forever.”

Hardly attire befitting a Draken’s wife, let alone one about to undergo a sacred ceremony. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. She just needed to endure this, to get through the ordeal quickly, then she could find Rhyzar and demand to know the truth about the looming war. She had seen too much destruction already, and if she could persuade him to choose the most peaceful path, she had to try. But then she saw it—the sight that made the murmuring voices fade into nothing. The altar. At its base stood a golden statue, its beauty unparalleled. “That’s the dragon’s mate,” the priestess murmured beside her, nodding toward the breathtaking figure. “The woman who bore the first Draken and g

The vision shattered, replaced by another. A different time. A woman with kind eyes and my mother's strength stands in the same circle. She is a priestess, her hands outstretched to the moon. The stones glow with a soft, silver light. She smiles, and her voice is like a balm. "We are keepers of the balance, children of Selene. We protect the vessel, for she is the world's heart." The images flashed faster-a schism, a fight, blood spilled on the very stones I stood upon. The Keepers, protectors. The Shattered Moon, who believed the vessel's power was not to be protected, but to be consumed, harnessed for their own dominion.

"Mr. Kim told me that there is a Mother’s temple where you are. And send me pictures, it’s an opportunity I can’t miss. We can also use it for Sera training." She hung up without saying goodbye and the younger ones rushed to obey. Getting dressed quickly, they ran to the place. The Mother’s temple there was much larger than that of Wolf Paws. There was a huge statue of her and two wolves in front of her. However, it was necessary to climb a ladder to get to it. Next to the statue, there were two cauldrons to be lit and a torch next to it that did not go out. Karim took pictures for the teacher and sent them. Sera lit the cauldrons and looked at her next challenge. There was a big well in fro