The flames touch and reach the cauldron's base, heating the flames of light and creation within her. The elements melt and merge, forcing a fusion—as if directed by the magician's wand—turning the substance within from base metals to the alchemist's gold.
A breeze moves through an open window, and its waves of coolness are added to the divine mixture. The liquid begins to congeal and starts to solidify; before this process is complete, the mixture is poured into a long shallow mold. Again, the breath of the wind is invited to flow along the surface of this elongated form, and it cools this new creation.
After some time has passed, the spiritual warrior shifts and works free the mold that has held this new form, and holds forth the blade of a golden sword. She uses this to cut a small lock of her hair, that she then feeds to the fire, and she thanks the elements that have tended this creation—her sword of truth that was formed by the gold of Spirit.
A breeze moves through an open window, and its waves of coolness are added to the divine mixture. The liquid begins to congeal and starts to solidify; before this process is complete, the mixture is poured into a long shallow mold. Again, the breath of the wind is invited to flow along the surface of this elongated form, and it cools this new creation.
After some time has passed, the spiritual warrior shifts and works free the mold that has held this new form, and holds forth the blade of a golden sword. She uses this to cut a small lock of her hair, that she then feeds to the fire, and she thanks the elements that have tended this creation—her sword of truth that was formed by the gold of Spirit.
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