Pleased by the warmth with which she was received, Firiona continued, "Our Lady has blessed me, Mirriana, and I have no knowledge of the ways of the Sisterhood. How may I properly pay my respects for the Honor she does me?"

Mirriana turned to a chest near the wall and pulled forth a book. "It has been said from ancient times that Tunare must be invited to appear to those whom she favors most. There have been none such in remembered history, but the Old Tales tell us that She would make her presence known to mortal creatures here in our sacred forest, if the ritual is followed. I have found an ancient tome that describes what you must do."

Opening the book and carefully turning the pages, Mirriana continued. "It says, 'Thirteen women, Mother's Children, pure of heart and mind. First ye form a circle wide, purify the space inside, call the Quarters - Air and Waters, Fire and Earth, and Spirit bide. Chant the power, note the hour, moonlight brings the sweetest flower.'"

Mirriana looked up to see Firiona drinking in the words she spoke. Mirriana elaborated, "First, you must find twelve young women with whom you can call upon the Mother. All must be followers of Tunare, and pure of heart and mind. Each must volunteer to aid you in your quest to see the face of the Lady."

Firiona nodded one final time, memorizing the steps she needed to take. Then, rising, she thanked the druid for her aid and went forth to plead with others for their aid.

Firiona shouted with a voice both pure and strong, "Sisters of Tunare! I seek an audience with the Mother of All. In order to raise the energy needed to bring her to us, we must be thirteen in number! I need 12 followers of Tunare, who are pure of heart and mind, who will join me in summoning the Lady. I believe I know what must be done, but I will need your help!"

Firiona soon found twelve devout women and led them to a suitable spot where the sky could be seen and the moon would be visible. Guiding them into a circle, she stood in the middle. Four women each were stationed to the North, South, East and West points of the circle. Once all were in place and the timing was just so, Firiona began the ritual.

In a loud voice, Firiona began, "Sisters of Tunare! The blessings of Tunare be upon you this eve. Join me with hearts and minds. Raise power and join it together - this night Tunare must appear to us!"

Firiona faced North and raised her sword to the sky, calling out in a clear voice, "Mother of All, we seek audience with You. To that end, we create this Circle of Power as a place of safety and sanctity."

Firiona then walked to Norena, one of the higher ranking devout who was stationed at the north point of the circle, and stopped. Holding her sword in front of her, point down, and she nodded to Norena.

Norena incanted, "Spirit of Earth, lend this gathering the strength and constance of rock, the bones of the Mother. Guardian of the North, watch over this Circle and keep it safe from harm." As Norena called forth the blessing, tiny speckles of light green began to fall around her like leaves dropping gently in autumn.

Firiona walked to Estrina, the elder devout at the east point of the circle, and stopped. Holding her sword in front of her, point down, and she nodded to Estrina.

Estrina shouted, "Spirit of Air, lend this gathering the freshness and lift of wind, the breath of the Mother. Guardian of the East, imbue this space with the breath of Life itself." As the blessing was given, a sweet, cooling breeze washed over each of them.

Firiona made her way to Sudaria at the south point of the circle, and stopped. Holding her sword in front of her, point down, and she nodded to Sudaria.

Sudaria raised her deep voice and said, "Spirit of Water, lend this gathering the life-giving touch of water, the blood of the Mother, Guardian of the South, cleanse this Circle and wash away impurities." As she finished, a gentle dew began to fall upon them.

Finally, Firiona walked to Oestra, the elder devout to the west point of the circle. Again, she held her sword in front of her, point down, and then nodded to Oestra.

Oestra said, "Spirit of Fire, lend this gathering the purifying power of flame, the emotion of the Mother. Guardian of the West, burn away and banish negativity, and warm us with your gentle heat." As she finished, she raised her hands skyward as she was enveloped in a flash cool orange flame.

Firiona walked again to Norena, at the northern point of the circle, holding her sword in front of her. Nodding toward Norena, she shouted, "Mother of all, close this Circle and make it your sacred space!"

Firiona raised the point of her sword to the sky, having scribed the boundaries of the sacred space. She paused a moment and then moved to the center of the Circle. Then turning again to face North she said, "Spirit of Life, Spirit of Thought, Spirit Eternal! Lend this gathering the infinite power of the Mind, the power of the Mother. Guardian of Spirits, gather the energies of this Circle and make of it a holy and sacred place!"

With that, a shower of multicolored sparks dropped from the sky and like tiny falling stars, fell all about the circle. As the lights surrounded them, Firiona, Norena, Estrina, Sudaria and Oestra each began to channel the energies of The Mother. Waves of powerful golden energy began to rise up from the ground, washing through the circle, spiraling all around them and then rushing up again, straight toward the center of the circle into the clear moonlit sky.

Firiona shouted, "The Circle is cast! Let any who enter do so of their own free will! The sanctity of this space is inviolate!"

Putting her sword away and raising her hands to the moon above, she began to chant and encouraged the others within the circle to join her in raising power. As one, the circle chanted, "Tunare, Mother of All, come to us on the moonlight!"

The treetops quivered and the air filled with the buzzing of magickal energies being raised deep in the Faydark woods. Soft voices were barely audible on the gentle breezes wafting through Norrath. They seemed to whisper, "Tunare! The Mother!"

It was then that she appeared to them. The Great Mother, floating on strands of moonlight gracefully drifted into the center of the circle. Her golden hair was the sun, her skin the richest cream. She wore raiment green as the color of life itself.

Tunare smiled fondly at Firiona Vie. "My child..."

As Firiona kneeled before Tunare, the Mother told her, "Rise, my Child. You have done well. Your travels in Norrath have gained you much knowledge and your understanding of Balance is commendable. You have been more instrumental than you know in restoring the Balance which must exist, in order to preserve Life in Norrath. I am pleased with you, Firiona."

"My Lady, you honor me. I am your servant in all things. I seek a favor of you, My Lady, if you find me worthy, I pray that if you find me worthy you would grant it."

Tunare looked upon her with great love and said, "Firiona, dear, you are My Chosen. What boon would you have of Me?"

"I seek to restore my memories, for lately I have been regaining memories I did not know I had. I seek to know myself as I have learned this world, at your bidding."

Tunare smiled at Firiona with a soft expression in her eyes. She held out a hand and in it appeared a wondrous scepter, its tip crowned with a magickal jewel. Looking into this glowing stone, one would feel as though they had glimpsed the vast reaches of the cosmos.

Leaning forward, she passed the sceptre to Firiona. As she did so, Firiona staggered slightly, then fell to her knees, one hand to her brow. Firiona moaned softly as a flood of memories returned to her, an ancient battle, narrowly averted, and the dragonkind who were responsible for it. Responsible too, for Firiona's forgetfulness. Firiona's face grows grim.

Firiona rose and stood before Tunare, the scepter in her hand and a resolute expression on her face. "My Lady, it was the Ring of Scale, I see that now. They must answer for their trickery in manipulating my memories. I would have your blessing and protection for a journey to the far island on which they dwell."

"Firiona, Firiona... remember that you need not ever be alone in this world. You recall those who have been your comrades in the past?"

As Firiona nodded, Tunare continued, "Seek them out, My Child, and restore them as you have been restored. First, find your chronicler. Remember the child who sought you first? Seek that one. She needs you and will be of great importance to you in days to come. She still sings the history of the elves. Find her in the trees..."

The Voice of Tunare, heard throughout the forests of Faydark, faded away to a whisper to be replaced by the rustling of leaves. Her visible presence became faint and shimmered, breaking into a thousand fireflies which dissipate into the shadows.

Firiona shouted, "Spirits of Earth, Air, Water, Fire and Life! Guardians of Norrath, go in peace and fellowship! You have our gratitude for your presence this night! The Circle is ended! Go with the grace of Tunare!" Overflowing with gratitude but anxious to begin the work that The Great Mother had planned for her, Firiona thanked each of the women graciously and left immediately, searching for the woman about whom Tunare spoke.