The Mission

“Are you nervous?” Miriam asked Olivera as they stood by the edge of the thick forest that led into the unknown; a forest that was just after Raul’s pack.

Olivera shrugged her shoulders. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t feeling nervous. She was. Yes, her many trainings with Miriam during the days in the magic cloaked location had opened her eyes to the riches within her, had dealt with the last of the fear and timidity residing within her, but she was still a fleshly being, and going into the unknown was always going to be nervous at first to whomever was in a fleshly state.

Yes, she was nervous. But she wasn’t afraid of the unknown. She believed that she was prepared, and this time around, she believed that the goddess was on her side. She had grown believing that she was cursed, that she was unknown by the gods, by the moon goddess, but the events over the last four months had told her otherwise.

All these happenings had been orchestrated by the divine forces, who were