The Transfer


The opposing gods climbed the cold, stone steps of Beira's lair to emerge above ground. Beira's power waned in the presence of the embodiment of summer. Her hair was now a wiry grey, her dress was faded and torn. Her form was so bent that she needed a staff to help her up the steps.

The tall, grey trunks of Caledonian pines shaded them from the early dawn light. Cern still had the dagger Beira had handed to him for the handfasting. If Cern was going to give up his power for the next three months he wanted the transfer to happen at a place he was comfortable with.

"Here is good," Beira said innocently. Trying not to look at the dark, murky lake surrounding her island that hid a deterent to any human that tried to cross it.

"Ha. Nice try. But I want to give my sacrifice a chance. Your forest extends around this loch. Yes?"

Beira nodded in disappointment. Her partners in the icy waters would have to deal with more than just a human.

They climbed aboard her boat and Cern began rowing them to shore. As the weak morning light hit Beira's skin it took on the look of translucency, paper thin and flimsy. Beira grabbed the sides of the boat as something knocked into it from underwater.

"Impatient hussies," she muttered under her breath. Soon they were at the shore and Cern helped the decrepit old woman out of the boat. Cranky and tired from her slowly seeping away power she grouched at Cern as she stomped into her forest,"Hurry up and pick a spot. I'm getting older by the second."

Cern bowed his head regally and said,"Of course, my dear."

They walked into the thick copse of grey barked Caledonian pines until they found a small open clearing. Cern could feel the love and power of the trees here. This might be Beira's forest but he was lord of all things green.

"Here is perfect," he said as he unsheathed the handfasting dagger.

"Finally," Beira groused out but extended her hand towards Cern.

Cern's giant palm softly took Beira's delicate hand. They clasped palms with the dagger wedged between them. Cern's piercing green stare met Biera's silver orbs.

"Beira, Mother of the Mountains and Woman of Winter. I, Cernunnos of the Green Summer, Lord of all Flora and Fauna, give you my power for one trimester. I will remain within your lands until that time. You may reign as you see fit but not for one night longer. At the end of your reign you will bring me a sacrifice, one who's spirit still listens to the land, one who is willing to sacrificie all for his new lord Cernunnos. Swear it and my power is yours."

"I swear it"

Cern pulled the dagger out from their connected palms and their blood mingled and dripped to the forest floor.

As the transfer of power began to take hold Beira circled the small clearing. Where she stamped her staff a smooth black granite stone rose from the earth. She made the entire circle until she had struck the earth thrice upon thrice.

Beira's form was now youthful, her hair a deep mahogany brown. Cern, was now a bent, old man. His face craggy, his beard grey and grizzled, his cloak dusty and ragged. Only his crown of horns remained the same.

She led him to the largest tree at the edge of the clearing. She took his hand and smeared the bloody palm over the tree. A face soon emerged from the bark. Fuzzy, green moss for eyebrows, kind, brown acorn eyes, golden leaves for a mustache and smooth wood lips.

Beira dropped Cern's hand.

"It is done."

To be continued 

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