“No, my dear, I have something else in mind for you.” With that, Pan prepared the portal as Dawn bid Mark, Sophia, and Janice good luck on their mission with a sweet kiss. Moments later, the three were across in the Earth realm.
“Everyone check the Woods for signs of damage, and repair it as best you can,” Dawn sweetly commanded. The entire satyr contingent swept far and wide.
“Madison,” Pan spoke gently, extending his hand to her. “We need to talk...privately.”
Without fear, Madison accepted the gesture. She, Dawn, and Pan rested casually upon the clearing ground. Dawn placed a reassuring arm across her shoulders, a touch Madison found indescribable.
Pan nodded sagely. “These feelings you have, Madison, are quite understandable.”
Madison smiled. “I’ve struggled with them for a while now.”
“Any for good reason,” Dawn smirked. “Father, it’s time we told her.”
“Indeed, dear daughter. Madison, do you know why you were gifted with the Satyr Touch?”
“No, I don’t. Didn’t Sharon have it before I did?”
“Yes, but it was not as strong in her. It was not truly hers to have.” Pan paused a moment. “It was yours, always.”
Madison’s eyes grew wide. “Mine? But...I don’t understand.”
Pan rose and paced the clearing as Dawn gently stroked Madison’s once-again blonde hair. “The mantle of the White Satyress is an ancient responsibility. The White Satyress is the pinnacle of our being, a cleansing force unlike any other. It exists to clean corruption and restore beauty to the natural world. It is also your birthright, Madison.”
Pan continued past Madison’s amazed looks. “The first was a young woman called Narine, given the power before she was ready. She became as we are, an unknown demi-goddess of the satyr race. Sadly, she was corrupted into service of the Rogues, but not before I stripped her of her divinity and powers. I also hid her human children from her, so that the lineage would survive until one worthy of the power could be found. That is you, Madison.”
Madison was clearly too stunned to react. “Incredible. You mean I’m...”
“Part satyress,” Dawn interjected, “and part demi-goddess. That’s why the Touch became so potent in your possession. But it didn’t reach its full power outside of the Satyr Woods. You were still a changed human, not a true demi-goddess.”
“You will serve a grand purpose in protecting these Woods, as well as Earth’s links to them,” Pan continued, “but first, you must unlock your full potential. Within this realm, you will be tested. If you are worthy, you will become the White Satyress, for eternity. If not, you shall return to Earth as a human, with no memories of any of this, and we will wait for the next generation.”
“My Mom never told me of any of this.”
“She did not pass the test. Neither have any of your female ancestors since Narine. But I see great potential within you, Madison. Now, are you willing to undertake the journey, for yourself, for all realms, and for satyrkind?”
Fri May 2 08:15:59 2003