Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/Ora
Erik had started his pilgrimage in Montijo. Some dared to say he was crazy. Some said he was possessed. Elune had touched him so deeply that he was now only an instrument of the Goddess. The Stormwalkers followed his example. The men under black cloaks looks like beasts from another world. They showed their black shields with the silvery lightning crest whipping the land now covered with blood. They were terrifying. More than ever. And everyone should fear them. They had been trained by the best Captain of Sirion. They had fought more battles than any other. The first battles. The greatest ones. And they were led by a naked Judge covered with blood. That distributed gold for investment, but that required sacrifices. The animals were sacrificed and he renewed the fresh blood on his skin. He did it in Avamar, Limbar and now he did in Flismar. And wherever he went, he spoke with a thundering voice echoing the sacred voice of Elune. He was possessed by the Goddess and swore to restore Her power in Sirion, the land that, immersed in war, forgotten Her.
Erik Eyolf: "Tell to your protectors, the Knights and Lords of this lands! Tell them that I will restore the Old Power. The Old Justice. I will give to Sirion EVERYTHING that belongs to Sirion! Hear my voice. Accept my mercy! Sirion will return to the old days of honour and glory!!!"
Erik had been drunk. But now he was sober. Maybe he was drunk with the power who lived his soul. He had chosen a path. He made a sacrifice. He had changed the world around and within him. And now it was time for new changes. If he had to call his old name to make the earth shake, he would pay the price. If he had to abandon his position, he would. If he had to convince the people of Sirion that he was doing the best, he would. The faith must prevail.
That night, alone, he entered the woods of Flismar. He didn't feel cold because Elune kept him warm. He didn't need torches because Elune led his steeps. But that night, was not Elune he would find. And he walked up to see an ethereal white light that danced among the trees. He stopped. He waited. And in an instant the light has banned the night and did a dazzling day in the night. Erik hear the ancestral voices. He heard the metallic sound of swords. And the light became the image of the beautiful foreign Goddess.
Ora was shown Herself to Erik like a Warrior Goddess. A graceful white dress that sparkled like was tissued with small diamonds. Her delicate waist wore a silver belt with the image of the White Tree and a wonderful sword rested in its sheath. A metallic corset drew Her deliciously haughty breasts. Bracelets on Her wrists and a necklace of small silver leaves completed Her image. And a circlet of white gold crowned Her power. She had an austere strength. The long hair was like silver threads. Wonderful. Her eyes emanated a serene but powerful light.
Ora: "Erik Eyolf Serpentis, son of Elune..."
Erik Eryolf: "The Mighty Ora... Goddess of The White Tree"
Ora: "Protector of my people, Judge of Sirion. Religion is just a road, you know. You have traveled different roads always to the same destiny. I can feel the power of Elune in you. I am just a guest in Her lands. Like my people in your lands. I can trust you, Silver Dragon?"
Erik Eyolf: "Your true sons already trust me, Goddess..."
Ora: "Even if it costs your position among your own people?"
Erik Eyolf: "I am just an instrument of the Gods... I already did my best. I already led my people. A position is just a position. I can recover it if my people trust me enough. And if they cannot see, I can understand it."
Ora: "You will punish my people under my orders?"
Erik Eyolf: "I will..."
Ora: "Then, Erik Eyolf Serpentis, Judge of Sirion... do it!"
Erik Eyolf: "As you wish, Goddess... as you wish..."
The light almost blinded Erik before disappearing completely. He had made a promise. And he would not fail. Maybe some stupid Judge divest its shares. But Erik could only do what it promised. And he promised.
