Mother Earth gazed fully on the rising sun. “To you, powerful sun, I give dominion over my northernmost lands. For all of summer, you shall reign there supreme, and never set.”
I accept your gift, the sun agreed eagerly.
“You have each spoken vow to me—thus you are bound—so mote it be!” proclaimed Mother Earth. “Know first that what I ask is not for myself, but for Nyx, the ever-faithful Goddess who kept her vow and remained, the last of the children of the Divine.”
There was a ripple in the air as the moon transmitted surprise. They are all gone? All of the Gods and Goddesses?
“All but this one,” Mother Earth said.
The air around the grove heated with the sun’s shock. But it seems only yesterday that the Gods and Goddesses frolicked below and above.
“To me as well,” Mother Earth agreed. Then she turned, beckoning for the pale, silent Goddess to stand beside her. Taking Nyx’s hand, she continued. “But for Nyx, known by many names to my children, those days and nights have been long and empty.”
Were I not already bound by vow to aid, I would willingly reward this lone and lovely Goddess, said the moon.
Nyx’s smile was filled with shy delight. “Thank you, mighty moon. I have long relished your ever-changing face and your pure silver light.”
I, too, am pleased to aid one so fair and faithful, said the sun.
“And thank you, powerful sun. Your summer warmth has brought me countless days of pleasure,” Nyx said, bowing to the east.
“Wonderful! Then let us make this dream so!” cried Mother Earth.
“How? I am sorry, but I do not understand,” said Nyx.
“Tell me, sweet Goddess, if you could have a companion, brought to life by the might of the moon and the power of the sun, what would you have this companion be?”
With no hesitation, Nyx answered, “He would be warrior and lover, playmate and friend.”
“Very well then, that is what you shall have.” Mother Earth squeezed Nyx’s hand before releasing it and returning her attention to the listening moon and sun.
She raised her arms again, and this time began to turn her hands gently, gracefully, as if sifting through invisible threads around her.
“Once more, I use that which the Divine granted me. Power of Creation, I call thee forth from the sky! Couple with the might of the moon and the power of the sun, and bring forth immortal life as companion to my faithful Goddess!”
Mother Earth’s voice took on a rhythmic cadence as she spoke the spell:
I am She
Loved so well by
The Divine
Creation is my gift
I am She
Cherished so well by
The Divine
My call from Earth to Sky shall lift
I am she
Beloved so well by
The Divine