She fell to her knees before her friend, overwhelmed by the life and strength radiating from the glittering gem floating so calmly between Daís’ hands. The child of stone gleamed, the brilliant gold of her marble shimmering more beautifully than she had ever seen her, and her depthless black eyes reflected the image of the chieftain back at herself as they stood up on the cliff’s rocky outcropping where all could see them.
Between them both hovered the artifact. Jarknasteinn it had been named, precious stone from the heart of the great mountain, but it was more than that, so much more. It was a very fragment of creation itself, the life of the planet, and it was offered freely to her. To she whom her mortal kin rallied behind, looked to for guidance and inspiration. It shone with the light of the stars themselves, more colors than could be named and the purest white she’d ever known as she basked in the heat of it.
This lofty task given to her, to lead and protect her people, was a greater honor than she might have ever felt she deserved, but it was a duty she would swear to gladly a thousand times over. She lived for her people.
It was humbling, to know she was being trusted with such divinity, to know that her people respected her so and trusted her to protect their lives and happiness.
She had clothed herself in simple togs for this small ceremony, and even now felt over-adorned, here before the light of the stone.
When she opened her eyes once more, they were as luminescent as the stone a perfect mirror of the inky black of Daís’ own gaze. More power flowed through her, surged into and out of her, than she could ever hope to command, and she embraced the thrumming life like one accepted the fall of rain or the gusts of wind. Brighter and brighter the light grew, until everything was awash it in; an entire world bathed in iridescence as far as her eyes could see.