The Stone by the Stream (Part 27)

The stone glowed before her in the dying evening light Before long the luminescent stone would become the brightest light around her. Pulsating through her body she felt the energy of the stone, the Goddess pervading Cynthia’s chest and arms, already making her struggle to remember herself. A sound — or was it a rumbling from the Earth? — penetrated her mind, so low in pitch that it was barely audible and so absolute in its…