Waiting


Cern groaned as he straightened from the hearth. He was still not used to his old form despite the three months living in it. Winter still howled through the land. Cold winds driving waves of snow that piled deep. The cold filtered down the stone steps. His fireplace kept his underground lair warm but nothing could replace the warmth of the sun.

Cern knew that the warmth would return to the land as soon as he returned to his youthful being. But first Beira had to bring him a sacrifice. A juicy morsel for him to gain nourishment, his youth from. And if the offering was worthy maybe stay by his side.

But Cern knew that his tests were no easy feat to pass and he did not let himself dwell on the thought of having a companion to pass the centuries with. He did not need much to sustain himself so a devotee who stayed by his side was an appealing contemplation. But with the new god entering the land his worshippers had been lost and his energy wained.

Then a pulse of energy flowed through the earth. His sacrifice had entered the standing stones. Cern grabbed his dusty grey deerskin cloak, put on his crown of horns and took up the worn wooden staff the Woman of Winter had given him. He had a sacrifice to meet.

TBC

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