Some Kind of Magic
Island of Change Collaberotica Version
Chapter 4
Your taken outside the tourist town, and into the dark tropical forests of the island. as the ground gets wetter and swampier you sigh. Resigning yourself to be gator food you didn't expect to see the warm light of a fire. Ahead of you is a small pyramid with an arch made of the local volcanic stone crossing over it. it seems to be merged with the swamp, vines and plants growing on the pyramid and creeping vines wrapped around the arch. At the top there is a throne, simple stone, but it also looks weathered, it was possibly grand at some time, but now it is warn away. She sets you down at the base of the pyramid. "Now ascend and sit on the throne, so the ritual can commence."
"R-Ritual?" You were... happy you weren't already eaten but you didn't expect this. "What ritual."
Her wide crocodile snout warps into a grin. "To be truly reborn my goddess... there is no mistaking that you are her mortal conduit." She says pushing you up the steps of the pyramid. "I could smell it when you came out of the elevator... you are destined for greatness."
Destined for greatness... well this was either a trap, in which case you were already dead, but after the insult of what your husband did to you, you could indulge the fantasy of being special. "I'm... a goddess?"
"Yes, but your in your mortal shell, we must free you, so you can regain your divine powers."
That sounded like a bit of both your doomed to die, and you might be special. You ask trying to decide if attempting to flee is a good idea, "What goddess am I?"
The reptilian woman tells you your,-
"R-Ritual?" You were... happy you weren't already eaten but you didn't expect this. "What ritual."
Her wide crocodile snout warps into a grin. "To be truly reborn my goddess... there is no mistaking that you are her mortal conduit." She says pushing you up the steps of the pyramid. "I could smell it when you came out of the elevator... you are destined for greatness."
Destined for greatness... well this was either a trap, in which case you were already dead, but after the insult of what your husband did to you, you could indulge the fantasy of being special. "I'm... a goddess?"
"Yes, but your in your mortal shell, we must free you, so you can regain your divine powers."
That sounded like a bit of both your doomed to die, and you might be special. You ask trying to decide if attempting to flee is a good idea, "What goddess am I?"
The reptilian woman tells you your,-
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July 28, 2023
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