The Moon Goddess and Her Mate

In a room in Lord Helion’s palace,

A slender girl appeared to be reading a book seriously. There was no one in the room except herself. Now and then, a breeze entered the virgin goddess’s room, keeping the temperature cool even though the sun shone brightly.

“If there is an immortal god or goddess who has an important message to convey to mortals, either individually or as a group, then there are various ways to do it, namely:

1. The immortal god or goddess can come up to the target directly, aka appears at their respective temples. This situation can be done when mortals are worshipping their statues or when a High Priest or High Priestess asks it personally.

2. The immortals may display the message when the mortal performs a divination using many tools. For example, tarot cards, runes, tea leaves, coffee, and so on.

3. If the target has strong intuition, aka clairvoyance, then the immortals, including you, are able to give signs through a hunch, but if they do not have it, the immortals can turn to other methods.

4. If the message you want to convey is urgent or confidential, you can speak to the mortal without showing your appearance. However, first, make sure the mortal has good clairaudience abilities. Otherwise, it will be useless. Not all humans can hear sounds in the spiritual or ethereal realm.

5. Last but not least, you can be visiting mortals through dreams. This method can be said to be easy, but there are still areas for improvement because humans tend not to focus when they are in dreamland.

Each method has its own advantages and disadvantages. If circumstances do not allow using the methods mentioned, especially from numbers one to four, then it is easier to use the last tip, namely meeting the mortal via a dream.

It will be easier if the mortal you want to meet already knows the full name, let alone the parents’ names. However, another thing is more helpful: when you can meet an immortal god or goddess who is their protector. Why is that important? It is necessary to avoid misunderstandings when you want to enter the dream world because quite a few gods or goddesses quarrel because there is no communication.” Atvertha read what was written in the book in a low voice.

The intelligent girl was silent, thinking about what she had just read but had not found an answer. “I do not know who the god or goddess that Armen usually worships. My man never told me, and I also had not asked because I did not feel the need to do so. It is impossible to call the fellow immortals randomly just to find out,” she said. At the same time, she remembered the face of her mortal guy.

“Is there another way to find out? But, if I read what was written in the book, the target’s full name, let alone the parents’ names, then that was enough. I will do the last method because, at this moment, it is impossible to go down to Earth. I do not want to make Mom and Dad suspect it.”

A girl, who had a height of one hundred and seventy-five centimetres, started to let go of the book she had been holding. She started to look down, staring at the bedroom floor, to be precise. “I have to know what Armen is doing so that what I do later can get maximum results. Tathvion nevth, datkhe mortale mothv agthathze.” [1]

That pure white floor turned transparent as if the object had disappeared and been replaced by a reasonably large visual. There, Atvertha saw a burly man sleeping soundly. He was not wearing any top clothes, so his broad chest was visible, and even his six-pack abs were on full display, which made the young lady’s face blush naturally.

“I did not know that my man was sleeping. Armen is very handsome, but why is he not wearing clothes? Will he not get sick later?”

The only daughter of the couple, Lord Helion and Goddess Avtexia, smiled at the opposite sex on Earth. The desire to touch her man was great, but she could not do what she wanted because of their distance. “Because he is sleeping, I can enter dreamland instead of not meeting Armen at all.”

That goddess’ eyes turned pink. She stared at her beloved guy with deep affection. “Athtz nantzhitzha ethz Atvertha. Athtz ethz tzhe lunatz goddestz. Athtz batkho gaitmanz entaroz Armenz Fautuz Lugthnaz dariatz.” [2]

Suddenly, two figures appeared in the form of a male and a female who stood in the way so that the girl could not enter and attract the target’s spirit so that they could meet in dreamland. This moment confused the Crossroads Lady because she did not know about those two glowing figures. “Who are you?” Atvertha asked, wary.

“I should be the one asking it. Who are you, Miss? Why do you want to attract the spirit of one of my followers?” A black-haired man asked back, and his intonation was severe.

“I apologise. I did not do that to hurt that guy. My name is Atvertha. I am Armen’s girlfriend and want to meet him in a dream.” A girl with long silver hair answered politely so that the man in her lover’s room could understand.

“Atvertha? Are you also an immortal like me?”

When she heard that question, it shocked a woman who did not like flirtatious men. However, the virgin wanted to know about the identity of the immortal she was talking to because Atvertha saw the appearance of those two figures as if they were not from the mortal or magical creature group that she had been studying. “How did you know? Excuse me, may I have your name?”

“My name is Athalamaya. I am the God worshipped by the Agbazarth Tribe. You are the girl mentioned by Armen in his prayer. I am glad to see you now.”

The beautiful girl seemed to nod slightly, but the gesture was a sign of her respect for the man. “I am sorry if I was rude, Lord Athalamaya. I had to say the spell earlier so that I could meet my man because the conditions here are not conducive.”

“It is okay, Goddess Atvertha. If you want to meet my followers, then you can do it. Do not forget to mention in your spell that you have my permission so that your meeting will go smoothly.” Lord Athalamaya seemed to welcome the girl’s wishes, and he still remembered all of Armen’s requests, which aroused his pity.

“Thank you for giving me your blessing, Lord. Is there any other message you might wish to convey?”

“Be careful with all your actions. Do not let Goddess Avtexia and Lord Helion know about your activities. Also, stay in dreamland for a short time because there is a significant time difference. If you spend more time than you should, then Armen will wake up late, and your parents will realise what you did, which made you tortured by them.”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“Okay, I will remember your advice. What is the ideal time to convey a message in the dream realm, Lord Athalamaya? Please provide me with guidance.”

Yeah. It is better to ask a senior immortal god rather than assuming it yourself. I was lucky because he did not get angry or complain about my behaviour. In fact, he even said that if Armen mentioned my name in his prayer, it meant he really missed me, thought Atvertha, who was holding her back, longing for her lovely guy.

“I suggest that you only use around fifteen to twenty minutes. Do not try to exceed the limit because the consequences could be fatal because time in the dream world feels slower, but on Earth, the opposite happens. Armen’s spirit is in another place. Therefore, I will help you pull it so that you can let go of your longing.”

“Thank you, Lord Athalamaya. I will remember everything you have said.”

Just as Atvertha said these words, the six hundred-year-old man turned his back to him, then made a movement as if hitting upwards, as if there was something there. In less than a minute, a golden gate appeared that was very radiant and full of beautiful carvings. “Obgenthianta tuvtex tez!” [3] said Lord Athalamaya.

The big door was wide open so that they could see many white clouds. A woman with thin eyebrows immediately thought of Nyx, but it was a shame that her best friend rarely came to her place. The friendly-looking man turned to the Upper World Goddess. “Please come in, Goddess Atvertha. Remember: do not stay in dreamland for too long!”

The owner’s name nodded to the interlocutor as a response. She was delighted and grateful because she had been given help at the right time. “Thank you, Lord Athalamaya.” Atvertha quickly flew to her destination, and after arriving, without further ado, the girl entered the golden door, which was the way to meet her mortal guy, whom she really missed.

When the Moon Goddess had entered it, as soon as possible, Lord Athalamaya closed the door and stood in front of the object. “Hopefully, Armen and Atvertha stay safe there, and hopefully, they will be together soon.”

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[1] Tathvion nevth, datkhe mortale mothv agthathze = Tell me, what is my mortal man doing

[2] Athtz nantzhitzha ethz Atvertha. Athtz ettz tzhe lunatz goddestz. Athtz batkho gaitmanz entaroz Armenz Fautuz Lugthnaz dariatz = My name is Atvertha. I am the Moon Goddess. I want to enter Armen Fautus Lugthna’s dream

[3] Obgenthianta tuvtex tez! = Open the gates of dreamland!