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Stunned silent, I marveled at the open landscape in front of me, allowing the beauty and grandeur to fully penetrate my being. The power I felt coming from the mountain was beyond words. Intense and almost divine.
Roarke confirmed my suspicions as he explained further. “Mamu is the female goddess of dreams, and Zaqu is her male counterpart who ruled the entire realm. They are the children of the Mesopotamian god Utu and were worshiped all throughout Babylon and Sumer as well. After they ascended, this is where the first Weaver was created.”
I stared into the opening of the mountain, imagining Roarke’s distant relative being chosen by the gods and forged within.
“This is where your family line originates from?”
Roarke laughed. “We weren’t born of the gods, if that’s what you’re asking. My ancestor was human before he was selected and blessed with Zaqu’s power. With the god of dreams no longer present in the realm, he needed a sentinel, or a chosen proxy, to bestow his magic upon.” He turned back to the star-filled mountain. “And this is where that transfer began. Every Weaver since then has accepted their magic here, blessed by the gods of old.”
I couldn’t believe I was standing in the presence of a god-made portal. The sparkling galaxy brightened in the sky as if reacting to my reverence.
“Can we go inside?” The question tumbled from my lips before I could stop it, and the look on Roarke’s face had me bracing for some sort of cosmic retribution.
“No, Milly. Only Weavers are allowed inside. And it’s important you understand that. Anyone not chosen who enters the gate would be destroyed instantly. Even with our cloaks in place for protection, the energy is beyond anything in this world.”
I tilted my head. “Then why did you bring me here?”
I wondered again if this was some sort of punishment for not showing up in the dreamscape last night. Was I divinely required to do so after accepting my role as the Weaver’s queen? I wiped my hands down the front of my dress, noticing its unassuming nature for the first time since waking here. Perhaps I was brought here to pay penance. Whether by Roarke or through my own guilt, I wasn’t sure.
“I brought you here to answer your questions more fully, Milly. You seem to still be wavering on whether you can trust me or not, and I wanted to prove to you that you can. I don’t want to hide anything from you. And sharing the Weaver’s origin story and the source of my magic is as vulnerable as it gets.”
Again, I sighed in relief, happy with Roarke’s confession.
Taking his hand, I took a step forward, bringing us toe to toe. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Roarke. It’s just that I don’t fully understand my role as your queen.” He moved to step back, but I stood firm, holding him close. “I know you’ve explained that there’s nothing I need to physically do, but with the random occurrences happening in and out of the dreamscape, I feel like the bad things going on are somehow connected to me.” I shared my own confession, then took a step back.
Roarke’s eyes grew dark, shifting from silver to a deep cobalt blue, and I immediately regretted revealing my fears.
