“Let her pass!” Miriro yelled over the commotion that issued from the crowd of thousands who gathered in the woods around the clearing.
“You heard the Supreme Witch!”
“Let the new witch and her daughter through!”
“This is transcendent. The little witch is green! Feel the energy off her!”
A woman named Kate from the nearby town moved through the crowd of witches behind her daughter who hovered over the ground. She levitated as the rubber tips of her shoes pointed down, scraping along the leaves and sparking like metal dragged against metal.
“Tell me her name,” Miriro said with a wide, beautiful smile that teetered on creepy and distended.
“Evelyn,” Kate said. If the two of them had been anywhere else, they might be mistaken for an average mother and daughter. They wore almost matching outfits; Kate wore a vest of many colors over a white sweater with form-fitting blue jeans, and Evelyn wore a denim skirt with a rainbow graphic on her white t-shirt under a vest that looked like her mothers. But there among the witches, the two were wild versions of themselves. Their dark brown hair swirled in the erratic winds and their eyes were neon green balls in the sockets.
“Evelyn, little sister,” Miriro said slowly, lovingly. “And Kate. The two of you have consumed the primordial magic. You are more than you ever were and because you have digested it and your body has put the energy to use, it will always be part of you. Stand with me as my sacred two and three as we seal the moon in its current state forever. Together, the three of us will become a new deity of the moon, christened by Tsukuyomi, Máni, and Bendis. We will have three faces, all to mirror the might of Miriro. Take my hands. There are enough here now to do what must be done.”
The three females held hands in a triangle in the center of the clearing and the beams of the sickly green energy shot out from each of their bodies to meet at a point in the middle where they collided and shot up into the sky. At the intersection of the four beams of green energy, a body began to form. It was ghostly at first, but as more of it materialized, it came into better focus. Soon a man stood tall and proud in the middle of the triangle facing Miriro.
“Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto,” she said and bowed by bending at the waist.
“Miriro,” Tsukuyomi said like a proud father. “I see you are manifesting Triple Goddess. Very impressive.”
“I was lucky, these two bound themselves to me by happenstance. They consumed my power in animal form.”
“No matter how it came to be, you are proving yourself to be the most powerful Earthling wielder of moon magic to ever do it. You will be the first of your kind to ascend. And as a Triple Goddess, no less. I can feel the presence of the witches you have gathered. It is nearly time to bring me, Bendis and Máni to Earth. And once we have done that, this planet will belong to the witches.”
As he said that, a great cry of celebration went up from the gathered witches and it could be heard from miles away.
“I will see you all in the flesh soon enough,” Tsukuyomi said as he vanished. When he reappeared, he was in the prison where Gleti, Hecate, Khonshu, Mawu, and the Morrigan were bound by enchanted chains that glowed sickly green like the power coursing on Earth. “Dumb witches,” Tsukuyomi said with a laugh. He stood next to Máni whose body issued a cloud of green magic that surrounded the bound deities. “We are almost on Earth. And once we are there, we will bring Mashu down on their heads!”
“Why are you so eager to destroy the Earth?” Mawu asked. Her voice was weak, but she glared at Tsukuyomi.
“We will not destroy the Earth,” he said with a laugh. “We will rid it of useless humans who cannot wield magic, and then make it the most powerful planet in the universe. And we can finally get rid of these traitor deities who care so much about a world that banished them”
“No you won’t,” the Morrigan said confidently. She spoke with three voices, and even though they were not as fierce as they usually are, they still sounded confidently together and seemed to anger Tsukuyomi.
“And who will stop me,” Tsukuyomi asked playfully.
“An idiot called Gregory,” the Morrigan said with a sheepish smile.
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