It felt like a dream, reaching the apex of the resplendent, azurite tower. Floating dewdrops hung idly midair, adding a whimsical atmosphere to what had been a harrowing journey. Rays of silvery moonlight reflected upon the crystalline staircase and shone even brighter as I reached the spire's peak; a single, translucent throne rested at the chamber's heart.

"Trespasser," the voice was angelic, yet marred by an unmistakable melancholy, "why have you slain my protectors? Defiled this most holiest of places with your unwelcome presence?" Lunanelle, Chief Goddess of the Moon, was all but a child in her appearance.

"I beg your forgiveness," I bowed slightly. "It was not my intention to trespass, for I am merely here to seek an audience."

"You are a mortal," It was a curt response, void of affect or emotion, "but a curious one at that."

My entire reason for coming here was a mystery even unto myself, as if I'd been compelled. A certain allure had drawn me to this place. Was it the pursuit of service to a higher calling? To find purpose in fealty to something greater? Or was it the draw of power?

"Please forgive me, o' luminescent one. I am indeed mortal, and I must apologize dually for defeating your protectors; it was a matter of self preservation." I bathed in the Goddess radiance and struggled to find focus in the presence of such an awkwardly stoic creature; Lunanelle's appearance did not match her demeanor. A petite frame so delicately concealed in opalescent robes of purest ivory, a single moonstone pendant hanging about her neck from a golden chain. Lunanelle's flesh was so pale it seemed dipped in moonlight, a silver veil obscured the ancient deity's eyes;

"Interesting" Lunanelle responded. "Tell me, mortal, do you come as defiler or supplicant?" Even as the Goddess sat so regally upon her glimmering throne, the timidity in her voice was unmistakable. It was almost endearing. I'd come to a crossroads while in the presence of this fragile flower of moonlight: to nurture and protect or pluck for myself.