The world awakens...

The enchantments within our circle quickly reach a boiling point.

“Children and kin, the time is at hand!” I call out, beckoning all within to my side.

My followers and friends gather around myself and my wife, as we dance and sing. The magick flows through us as we flow through it. Soon there is little difference between the power and ourselves.

Everyone within the glade is struck with a tumultuous climax, as power surges outward, to permeate and awaken the slumbering world once more.

From the sanctified ground of The Glade, we bear witness to the rousing of magick throughout the Earth, and throughout its citizens. I feel men and women coupling freely, unconcerned with gender or ethnicity. I see creativity blossom and flourish, inspiring poets and musicians and artisans of all types. I witness mirth and glee and merriment abound.

Most of all, I stand proud of the new forms adopted by many of the humans touched by this power, as pointed ears and cloven hooves emerge, while others enjoy wings and fur and hundreds of other transformations as the races of old are reborn.

Chloe pulls me close, into a loving embrace. “You’ve done it, my love,” she smiles, kissing me deeply and proudly.

I return the kiss (and ready myself for more) when a sudden strike of lightning impales the ground before me. Most of my followers jump away, leaving only the God and Goddess of Satyrs unaffected.

We do break our pleasure, however, out of respect to Zeus. Even as we bow in reverence, we wonder what he will think of this old yet new world we have crafted.