Lyra's dark hair flowed to her curved waistline. Her eyes sparkling with power and responsibility, the aura around her seemed to pull everyone to their feet. She had the beauty a Scorpio would possess, very dark and seductive.
Her shoulders high as ever, she stared into nothing, the soft and gentle breeze slowly becoming violent, the calm whisper was turning into a fearful hum and her body would convulse, the ground quaked and the sky grew darker. She was doing it again, unable to control her gift, Lyra was wrecking her land.
Ashwood was covered in darkness, everyone feeling her strength. It was the unsettled thoughts of the heir, she was yet to find the peace needed to become the priestess she was going to be.
The priestess of Ashwood was the purest, chosen by the gods themselves. They were no ordinary people, the gods created these priestesses themselves from the sacred waters which flowed through Ashwood once every century. These priestesses had led Ashwood through the thinest lines and always came out with the trumpets, singing the country Ashwood across the seas.
They had the ultimate gift of the mind. They weren't psychics, they were the mind of the gods. With abilities to control the mind of men, they could read and manipulate one's memories. It was the greatest gift and with it, they protected Ashwood.
Lyra was the daughter of the priestess and on days like this, she would invite night to day by loosing control of her powers. She was not the first to experience this as it was rumored that her grandmother had once caused a ten days rain and flooded the land while learning to control her gift. Lyra however had been learning to control her gift for ten years now, since the day she walked into her mother's altar and demanded to learn as well as face her destiny.
Closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, connecting to herself and smiling, the candle in front of her lit up and calmness was returning to the land. The air was again gentle and the ground no longer quaked, her hair was still lying smoothly along her waistline, she looked as though she hadn't caused the day's turmoil.
Gently flickering her eyes, like the baseless flame on the candle stick, she took deeper breaths before checking the clock. "Ten minutes, it took just ten minutes this time" with a deep smile, she bent and blew the candle a calm, betraying kiss, it's flame going off almost as fast as the smile on her face disappeared.