Skyler felt as if she was in the very cradle of life, held by loving arms. Small hairs from the roots reaching toward her brushed along her legs and arms. Little shoots of greenery reached for her, to snuggle in close to her body, beginning to weave together into a thin, fine blanket over her body.
I need you, great one, my soul mate burns,
He is hung on hooks, their tips delivering silver poison into his body,
Threads of silver burn their way toward his heart.
His life runs out through my fingers like fine grains of sand.
Hear me, great one, bring forth your healing energies,
Give me your strength, heed my call, heal me, Mother.
Already she could feel strength flowing back into her. The small cracks she felt fragmenting her mind slowly closed and the continuous pounding in her head faded away. Her legs and arms felt stronger than ever. The chaos in her mind stilled, and she found herself calm and determined.
Tell me, great one,
Those of the Lycan breed were born of this place,
What was their making?
How can they be subdued?
Show me their path,
Reveal to me their weaknesses,
Show me the way to diminish them.