"Did you see her?"
"Yes. She is our goddess!"
"I thought she died?"
"No! The goddess is not dead!"
The voices resounded in a sacred place. The people around were arguing but just one gesture of their Elder made them silent.
Under the moonlight, huge stones were formed into an array surrounding the sacred place where a massive round stone was placed. It had many etched runic symbols on it that was a sign for a sacred sanctuary.
The Elder looked at their guilty bowing heads as he sighed while turning towards the moon.
'May the Goddess bless our soul.'
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One month earlier.
The silver haired youth was walking by the corridors of the main building as she wanted to meet Quin. It was already one month before the 205th World Winter Tournament.
