<div align="center">(http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc185/Kyoteh/Hecate.png)(http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc185/Kyoteh/Voleta1.png)</div><div align="center"><strong>------The Goddess Hecate-------------Her High Priestess Voleta------</strong></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>"Sleep."<br/>"My child."<br/>"Dream."</em></span></strong><br/><br/>The Voices of her Goddess Hecate reverberated within Voleta.  She knelt naked in a splash of moonlight, head bowed, shaking with the power speaking to her.  She had come to pray, to pay tribute.  Yet now the words spoke, and Voleta sighed, her eyes closing, so that she slept in the silver pool of light.  A dog, black as night, sits by her, watching as she dreams.<br/><br/>Such a dream!<br/><br/>It was water as from the clearest stream, dancing through a fine mist.    Voleta found herself upon one side of the shore.  She saw another on the opposite bank.  A woman with long brown hair, beautiful, dressed as a warrior, her white gown glimmering.  Voleta knew she was an enemy.  One who worshiped Nike.  In the dream, Voleta tensed, wary.  Ready to defend.<br/><br/>Yet between them flowed this crystal stream, and from the stream rose one of perfect form and grace.  Her delicate fingers bearing a bowl most revered.  Something old and holy.<br/><br/><em>Drink. Drink and be free, free of conflict and hatred.</em><br/><br/>Now dips the sweet creature the bowl deep in the water, and it is filled to the rim with the cool, pure water.<br/><br/><em>Drink and let go, wash away the conflict and make peace.</em><br/><br/><br/><br/>...Voleta awakes and stares up at the sky. She thinks upon the dreams and knows it is a prophecy.  She knows that a journey will now begin.<br/><br/><br/><br/>