Thus, the power of the Goddess dragged him back from the very gates of hell; Lorne grasped hope, and with it, his own life.
Now, the recovered Lorne-Rio Cornwall knelt before the idol of the Lake Fairy; every tapestry, every painting, and every sculpture within the chamber spoke of his family's ancient history, and at the far end of the room the statue of the Lake Fairy stood alone. The Goddess's countenance was exceedingly serene, her will concealed behind the statue's elusive smile—unfathomable, not to be profaned.
"My Lady, what am I to do?" Lorne asked in a low voice. He clenched the Kulona Sword, the bright radiance flowing from the blade rendering the room less dim. The candle flames still burned fiercely, just like the education he had received from childhood to now. Lorne prayed again and again for the Goddess's answer, just as he had heard the Goddess's soft words once more in his fevered delirium; he longed to hear the Goddess's guidance again.
