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The Mark
By Morpheus
Alten stared at the palm of his right hand, still stunned and confused
by what he saw there. By the pale mark that had mysteriously appeared
there in the middle of the night, or at least was there when he woke up
and he knew for a fact that it hadn't been there when he went to bed.
However it was not the sudden appearance of the symbol on his palm that
surprised him most, but what the symbol was.
"A mark..." Alten whispered to himself.
The marks were not uncommon, not in the least. Everyone knew that they
were given by the Gods, put on people sometime before they reached the
age of 16, if they were to ever get one. And if someone did not have a
mark in their palm before that birthday, they would never get one. In
fact, most were not marked, but they were still not uncommon.
The marks were a symbol of someone's fate, a hint of what profession
they should go into. Someone marked with the symbol of a smith knew that
they should become a smith, that they had a great talent for it. It was
the same for other symbols, like the one for soldier or warrior, for
fisher or weaver. Nearly every trade seemed to have a symbol for it that
would appear on people's hands, and those trades were eager for those so
marked.
Not everyone chose to go into the trade they were marked for, though not
many. It was considered a blessing to be marked for a trade, a sign of
luck in that career. Few would throw away such an opportunity and most
jumped at it. In fact, there were even a few trades, such as the mages
who would only accept those who were so marked.
However as Alten stared at his mark, he did not feel lucky or blessed.
Instead he felt only shock and confusion; sure that someone had to be
playing a joke on it. It was only a couple weeks from his 16th birthday
and he'd already accepted that it was not his fate to be marked... to be
directed to a trade. That only made his current situation even more
surprising, especially considering what mark had appeared.
Alten shook his head. "But I'm a mason's son," he whispered, knowing
that he would follow the same trade as his father. However the mark on
his hand indicated otherwise. Alten shivered at the sight of it.
Sometimes people were marked with the symbol, not for a trade but for a
God... or Goddess. These were the people chosen to serve that God or
Goddess as a cleric. As a priest or priestess. People could choose to be
a devotee... but the mark selected the clerics, and every cleric bore
the mark of their God or Goddess.
"Impossible," Alter gasped, staring at the symbol on his hand. The
symbol of the Goddess Tiella. The one symbol that was impossible for him
to ever have been marked with.
Men shuddered at Tiella's name as she was the one who stole wives and
mothers. Her priestesses encouraged women to leave their men and sons,
preaching that all wrong in the world was caused by men. She was a
Goddess for women and all of those who served her were women. Without
exception.
Finally Alten tore his attention away from the mark on his palm, telling
himself that it was a mistake. It had to be. However Alten knew that he
had to show his father and find out what he had to say.
A short while later, Alten heard what his father had to say far too
loudly. "What foolishness?" his father had screamed at him. "You think I
am stupid enough to be fooled so easily?"
"But father..." Alten protested, wincing as his father's fist suddenly
caught him in the cheek and knocked him to the ground.
"I know not what mischief you plan with this prank," his father
screamed, lashing out at him with a leather strap, "but I can assure you
that I will not fall for it." He snarled, "If you were gonna fake a
mark... you should have faked one for mason or something you coulda at
least had." Then he shook his head, spitting, "Stupid boy."
Alten gasped as the lash him several more times, just before his father
ordered him to return to work. He staggered back to his feet, feeling
sore and ashamed. However Alten said nothing except, "Yes father..."
After this Alten went back to his daily routine, wincing as his father
and several of his father's friends taunted him about his 'stupidity'
and the 'fake mark' that he had given himself. Alten remained silent,
knowing that they didn't believe him, even though he had never heard of
anyone successfully faking a mark. Even he wasn't sure that it was real,
knowing that a mark from Goddess Tiella was impossible.
For the next week, Alten tried to ignore the taunts... and the mark on
his hand. And though anyone marked for the Gods usually hurried to their
temple, that was the last thing that Alten wanted to do. He wanted
nothing to do with Tiella, in spite of the mark. Especially after his
father forbid him from even trying to pass his 'fraud' off to the
clerics, and of course the fact that no men were EVER allowed in
Tiella's temple.
It was then that they started... the dreams. Images flashed through
Alten's mind as he slept, though he could not remember them upon waking.
All he could remember was something about a woman's voice whispering
"Come..." and an image of Tiella's temple. Alten woke up shaking,
feeling an urge to go the to the temple. An urge that grew stronger each
time.
Alten fought back against the growing compulsion for yet another week,
until the day of his 16th birthday. He'd woken up that morning with cold
chills... and an overwhelming need that could no longer be denied. There
was no longer any doubt that he had to go. To face whatever it was that
awaited him.
After staring at his mark for some time, Alten finally got dressed and
quietly left the house. He paused only for a moment, just long enough to
spy upon his father, feeling nervous as he did so. With that he gave a
silent prayer to whatever got would listen, not only for strength and
courage... but to keep his father from whooping his ass. And with that,
Alten snuck out of the house and hurried on his way.
For the rest of the day, Alten marked in the direction of the temple,
constantly wishing that he had a horse to ride upon and praying that his
father not catch up to him. And every several minutes, he looked down,
almost as if his eyes were drawn to his hand by a magnet, to stare at
the mark. To stare at what had become a mark of shame and wonder... and
dread what it would lead him to. Death he suspected would be the most
likely fate.
It was late in the afternoon when Alten finally arrived at his
destination, and stood silently a short distance away. He stared at the
walls of the temple... the temple that all men knew to avoid. The temple
of the Goddess Tiella.
Alten remained where he was for some time, staring at the mark on his
palm, wishing that he could have been given a different mark. Or the
mark of a different deity. He even wished that it had washed off like
the fake his father thought it, though no matter how much he scrubbed,
it had refused to do so. It was as if the symbol was just bunch of shiny
pale lines in his skin.
With a gulp Alten slowly lowered his hand and took his first step
towards the temple, muttering, "What have I ever done to deserve this?"
However he refused to let any tears come, reminding himself to act like
a man.
A minute later, Alten stood in front of the gates, looking about
nervously, especially as there were two women standing beside them
holding spears. They glared at him but said nothing, though another
woman in a white dress stepped in front of Alten and gave him a look of
disgust.
"What do you want in the temple of Tiella?" the woman demanded. Her
dress and the gold pin on it marked her as a cleric of Tiella's and not
just a devotee. "No man may enter this sacred place."
Alten gulped. "I..." He took a breath. "I was told to come here." He
stared at the ground in embarrassment, and then slowly raised his hand,
revealing the mark on his palm.
There was silence for a moment, then the woman gasped, "What blasphemy
is this?" Then before Alten realized what had happened, her hand had
slapped him in the face, while a pair of spears were suddenly at his
throat. "You dare insult our Goddess Tiella?" She looked furious.
"But..." Alten tried to explain, only to get slapped again.
"Silence you dog!" the woman snarled at Alten, while several other
clerics in similar white dresses and pins came out. "How dare you mock
the mark of our Goddess. How dare you attempt to gain entry into this
most sacred of places."
Another woman yelled out, "Kill him. He's a man!" Some of the others
nodded agreement, as well as the woman in front of him who now had a
knife in her hands.
"Slay him before he attacks us," a blonde woman demanded, sounding a
little afraid.
Alten just stood there, filled with shock and fear. "But it's a mark..."
However it was obvious that the mark meant little to the priestesses of
Tiella. Like his father, they assumed that it was false... and how could
he convince them otherwise when even he knew that it wasn't possible.
Suddenly there was a thunderous roar and a flash of lighting across the
sky. Alten snapped around in surprise as the sky was completely clear.
And at that moment, the gates started to creak, opening up the rest of
the way as if by invisible hands. Even the women surrounding Alten
looked surprised.
It was then that Alten felt the burning from his palm... almost as if it
were on fire, yet without being painful. He gasped as he held it up,
stunned to see that the mark was glowing from under his skin. For a
moment, all he could do was stare at his palm in confusion... until he
heard the voice.
"Come..." a voice whispered inside Alten's head, a soft feminine voice,
"Come inside..."
There was no request in the voice, only a command that brooked no
argument. Alten didn't even hesitate before he was compelled to start
for the gate.
"Men are forbidden!" the first woman screamed while the two armed women
readied their spears to impale him.
Another crash of lightening overhead caused them all to jump back, while
Alten helplessly stepped through the gate unimpeded. They immediately
surrounded him again; looking scared, confused... and determined to kill
him, much to Alten's horror.
Then a woman's voice came from nowhere, demanding, "Drop thy weapons!"
It was the same voice that Alten had heard in his head... in his dreams.
"Great Tiella..." several of the women cried out, dropping to their
knees.
Alten gulped in terror, then looked up at the huge statue on the other
side of the courtyard. It was a white stone statue of the most beautiful
woman that Alten had ever seen, though she had four arms. And there was
absolutely no doubt that it was a statue of the Goddess Tiella.
"I am displeased!" the woman's voice roared, just as the statue eyes
started to glow green and it's expression shifted into a glare.
"We tried to keep him out my Goddess..." the woman who'd faced Alten
pleaded, her voice shaking.
"No," the Goddess Tiella roared, "I am displeased at YOU! At all of my
priestesses."
Alten desperately wanted to turn and run, but he was unable to. His
muscles seemed to be frozen, holding him in the position to stare at the
Goddess statue. But in spite of that... in spite of the terror that
threatened to rise, he felt strangely calm. Almost impossibly calm in
the presence of the Goddess who destroyed the lives of men.
As the priestesses all looked at Tiella in surprise, the Goddess
continued, her voice still sharp with fury, "You have betrayed me!" All
of the priestess gasped and cowered at that, looking confused as well.
"Long has this temple been sanctuary for women in need... for those
defiled and abused."
At that, Alten was shocked to feel something inside of him, a warm...
feminine presence. The presence of the Goddess. He was even more
surprised when he didn't feel the anger from her... nor the hatred for
men that everyone knew she possessed. Instead... instead he felt
something else from her. He felt a comfort... as though she was his own
mother... yet at the same time, excited... as if she were his lover.
The Goddess continued aloud, "But their bitterness... has infected my
priestesses... my temple... and my teachings."
"But Goddess..." the blonde priestess started, before a flash of light
caused her to suddenly go as still as a statue, with no sound escaping
her lips.
But in spite of that Alten somehow KNEW that she was still alive and
unharmed. It was as if the presence... the Goddess was assuring him of
that somehow. Her presence seemed to grow even stronger, making him
nearly gasp.
"You have twisted my worship," Tiella continued in an ice cold voice,
"and chased away followers." She was silent before a moment, as her
large stone head slowly looked around at all the priestesses. "I am
protector of women... not enemy of man. Yet you turn men against me...
against my worship. Men are part of the whole... not the opposition.
They are fathers, sons, brothers and lovers... yet you try to cast them
aside. This I will NOT have."
Suddenly the Tiella's presence inside Alten grew even stronger, making
his whole body feel just as hot as the mark on his palm. But in spite of
that, there was no fear, only comfort and curiosity. He could feel her
inside his mind, whispering to him... then revealing things to him. It
was then that he understood why he had been given the mark... and why he
had been called to the temple.
Then Alten heard her voice in his head, gently telling him, "It is your
choice..."
For a moment that seemed an eternity, Alten remained frozen as he tried
to absorb everything... and struggle with what had been revealed. With
what the Goddess had chosen as his fate... if he were to accept. A fate
that would have had him screaming in horror just minutes before, yet at
the moment, he felt no horror... no shock. Only the love of the Goddess,
her understanding and acceptance of his answer, whatever it would be...
as well as her deep hope.
There was no conscious agreement... only a sense of acceptance that
overcame Alten. He knew what had to be done and felt no fear... no
reluctance. The Goddess had made him understand what it would mean, not
just to him and to her... but to everyone.
At that moment, Alten gasped as the pain suddenly tore through his body,
then his very flesh started to move. However he let out no scream of
pain, instead being overwhelmed by the power of the Goddess as her
invisible fingers ran through every fiber of his being... touching every
part of his body and blessing it.
Alten's flesh seemed to move like clay, to reshape itself by the power
of divine magics. His chest tingled and amazed him as it slowly pushed
outward, while at the same time, something tickled the back of his neck.
Alten could feel his waist constricting...then finally, a pulling in his
crotch.
"Oh..." Alten whispered, feeling the tingle around his skin as even his
clothes changed.
Then finally the changes stopped, leaving Alten standing there in
amazement, staring down at his transformed body. His eyes passed the
generous breasts on his chest, noticing that he was wearing a white
dress like the priestesses, but with a thin golden chain draped around
his waist...and a necklace around his neck. And then there was the
golden pin on the dress that was just like the ones the priestesses all
wore.
There was no doubt in Alten's mind that his body was entirely female
now, and he didn't feel at all uncomfortable with that. Only vaguely
curious, as well as comfortable. He knew that it was a result of the
Goddess's gift of understanding and accepted it with a smile. Alten
could even feel her presence within him, comforting him.
"Behold Alviessa," Tiella announced, "my new high priestess."
All of the priestesses gasped and stared at Alten, now Alviessa in shock
and confusion. He... she just remained where she was, standing straight
with an amused smile. The name was something of a surprise to her, but a
pleasant one, as she liked the sound of it.
Tiella glared at the gathered priestesses again, this time a little more
softly, though her voice still hard as steel when she continued,
"Alviessa knows the true hearts of men... not merely the evil of a few.
She shall guild you back to the true path... and create balance anew."
Almost as one, all the priestesses exclaimed, "Yes my Goddess..." and
similar responses.
Then the Goddess statue shifted all four of her arms, warning, "Obey her
as my tongue..." and with that, the eyes went dull again and the statue
was no longer animated.
Alviessa scowled as she looked around at the gathered priestesses,
especially the ones who had threatened her. Their treatment of visitors
would have to change... and she would make sure that it did.
"Stand," Alviessa commanded, filled with the confidence of her
authority.
A moment later, all the gathered clerics were staring at her with mixed
expressions. Some seemed almost hostile, while others were completely
worshipful. There was no doubt thought that they would obey her
commands, for she was their high priestess now... the speaker for their
Goddess.
"Take me to my room," Alviessa commanded.
"This way Alviessa," a girl whom she didn't recognize started eagerly,
"The high priestess rooms have been empty but kept cleaned since our
last high priestess died."
With a nod but little else, Alviessa followed the girl to her new rooms,
carefully watching everything around her as she did. Once there, she
dismissed the girl and closed the door, taking a long look around at the
spacious rooms before moving to the full-length mirror.
Alviessa stared at her reflection in amazement, seeing a beautiful dark
haired woman looking back. A woman who was ten years older than she had
been when entering the temple, what seemed like so long ago. It was a
reflection that she knew that she would quickly grow used to.
As she stared at her reflection, Alviessa smiled, realizing at the same
time that she had been given several gifts by her Goddess. She could
even feel Tiella's presence whispering those gifts inside her thoughts.
With a tiny effort, Alviessa stretched her will, suddenly finding
herself staring at a very pretty girl of 16 in the mirror. She was still
dressed in a white dress with the marks of her office, but they seemed
slightly altered for her new... yet old age.
"I'm young again," Alviessa mused, feeling not the least surprised.
A moment later, she changed herself again; finding the room suddenly
much larger while her reflection was that of a little girl. A girl who
seemed to be 10 years younger than she had started out. A very cute girl
as well, still wearing a version of her dress and symbols of office.
"I feel so light," Alviessa giggled, dancing around quickly and feeling
somewhat like the girl she appeared.
Alviessa changed a third time, this time staring at a reflection that
looked 10 years older than the womanly reflection she had stared out
with. She was still beautiful, but not quite as sexy. Instead she looked
mature and motherly, feeling so at the same time.
Then she willed the final change, sighing as an old woman stared back
from the mirror. She only held that form for a moment before returning
to what she now thought of as her 'normal' form, that of a 26 year old
woman.
"The woman," Alviessa whispered, "the maiden, the child, the mother and
the elder," naming the aspects of the Goddess Tiella. Aspects, which she
had been granted herself as high priestess.
After a few more seconds, Alviessa turned from the mirror and finished
looking through her new rooms, feeling very satisfied. They were far
better than the tiny room she had lived in with her father, and perhaps
more so than the whole house.
That line of thought brought a slight moment of sadness as she thought
about the fact that she would never see her father again, though it only
lasted a moment. Instead, she knew that she had something much greater.
She had the Goddess... whose presence she could still feel. Tiella was
her mother, her lover and her sister, all in one.
Finally, Alviessa gave a satisfied smile and adjusted her dress
slightly, enjoying the way that it hung from her newly feminine body and
hinted at her curves beneath. Then, she turned towards the door, her
mood becoming much more serious.
"I have work to do," Alviessa told herself, thinking about the condition
of the temple and the priestesses, shaking her head faintly as she added
the way the priestess behaved and tried to steal women away from their
families.
With a feeling of raw determination, Alviessa knew that she had a great
deal of work ahead of her, not just to put the clerics and devotees on
the right path... but to restore Tiella's tarnished reputation as well.
Alviessa slowly looked down at her hand, at the mark, which clearly
adorned her palm. The mark which had so changed her life with its
unexpected blessing. It would serve not only as a reminder of her
blessing, but of her mission. It would be long work, but it was not only
her duty to her Goddess, but her honor... and her chosen fate.
And with that, Alviessa started for the door, eager to start her work
and her new life.
The End.
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