Part 1: Battledance

“My God ... it’s stunning,” stammered Duane.

“It’s like a dream,” added Anna softly.

“I’m ... I don’t know what to say...” I said.

The three of us had been rendered almost silent. Duane and I were wearing simple loose robes that left much of our chests visible. The only real difference was that Duane had his bongo drums strapped on his back. Anna was wearing what her coven-sisters were: lingerie. In Anna’s case her outfit included a dark cloak, a strappy dark blue corset top with garters, matching panties and stockings, and platform high heels.

“This is the Moonlit Grove, the place that our Coven takes it’s name from,” said Rayven. “It’s a little different every time we’re here. That’s the nature of Briah.”

“We’re not on Earth?” asked Anna incredulously.

“No. We’re not even on Assiah, the Material Plane. This is Briah, the Iconic Realm,” answered Sabrine. She seemed to be enjoying our amazement.

“Sure,” stammered Anna.

The Moonlit Grove was stunning in it’s quiet, silvery beauty. A full moon shone over the forest grove we were in. It wasn’t our moon, the moon of Earth, but it was hard to tell the difference. Far beyond the trees, at the edge of my vision I could see mountains, their pristine jagged peaks reflecting an almost purplish color in the moonlight. They stood against a sky that had almost lost it’s hue.

The moonshine played among the dark trees that surrounded the meadow we were in, filling them with delicate shades of silver, purple, gold, and even occasional flashes of molten red. The same silvery light filled the grassy area we were in as well. The grasses seemed to be a combination of pale white and shadow enhanced purple, each blade seemingly empowered by the magic that flowed through this place.

“Com’n Duane, lets find you a place to set up your drums,” said Coral, pulling Duane with her.

“What are we going to do?” asked Anna.

“We are going to do what men and women have been doing on the eve of battle since the beginning of history: enjoying a final moment of passion together and embracing whatever comes next,” said Sabrine.

“I don’t know what that means,” answered Anna.

“Don’t worry sister, you will,” said Sabrine.

“I’m going to take Michael and show him the waterfalls if they’re here this time,” said Rayven, grabbing my hand. Nobody objected. She lead me into the trees. Rayven was wearing a cloak and lingerie as well: a black bra and panty outfit with a matching garter belt and stockings. I could hear the rush of water in the distance.

“They’re here!” exclaimed the girl.

The trees thinned a little and we were faced with another scene of incredible beauty. A series of waterfalls tumbled down a rock face here, embracing the forest in elegance. The biggest fall was three hundred feet high, a narrow, active rush of water that glittered like cascading diamonds in the silvery moonlight. The water gathered in a pool that simultaneously shimmered with the rush of water and was also dark with the mysterious inky depths of the gathered liquid.

The water continued to cascade out of this upper pool in two smaller falls, each twinkling in the argent light that filled the area. The water continued its mysterious course away from us after that, vanishing in the great trees of the larger woodland.