(Alright, hopefully I can respond more frequently)
"Aliki my child." A voice resonates within the darkness of the young prophet's mind. He flutters his eyes open, and there his goddess Zyra stood.
"Great mother..." Aliki only manages to whisper, wondering what realm this could be.
"Tell me my child, did you have fun?" Her words were so soothing...so maternal. It made Aliki feel so comfortable. A grin creeps behind his mask.
"Yes I did! Though it was hard work, it was that much more enjoyable to play with Ewan. Is he worthy to stay?" Zyra didn't speak at first, causing Aliki's anxiety to rise.
"It seems he has proven himself." A pink flower appears on the young prophet's hands and with that everything melted away. He suddenly jolts up in the church that he performed the ritual in. Looking over to a still comatose Ewan, he hopes that he'll wake up soon.