Here in the Valleys of Darkness I walk alone, My Crown in My hands (so much weight, so much Meaning.) As I walk, I can sense the whispers of spells being done so far away.
To accept this change, this Transformation, is to be drawn deeper into Other worlds, to be drawn to where My Heart calls me. I have accepted these People, these Monsters, after three years of hints and quiet devotion, after understanding why the twin monsters with green eyes call Me “Father,” why My wings are made of stone.
Slowly I step into Outer Darkness; all trees, purple skies, and forever Twilight. I walk towards the Great Tree, and My Crown grows heavier in My hands. This is not a Symbol now, it is Duty, Honor, and Love.
The Queen’s brother lowers his hands, his spells are finished now that I have made My Choice. Our eyes meet and he nods; this is up to Me, to Become a Monster and bear the Crown, or cast it off and walk away. (He will Love Me no matter what Choice I make.) I nod and he smiles ever so slightly.
I turn to My Mother, who is standing beside an empty Throne. She embraces Me tightly, and when I step back she nods to My Throne.
Take Your seat, young King.
The words of the Far Ones in My mind still make Me shiver even now, and I see My Family smile; they knew They would make an appearance, knew They approved of My Choice.
My Mother lifts My Crown from My hands when I sit, and places it on My head.
Light and Shadow envelopes Me, and My Family’s Love surrounds Me.