"What? Is everything alright miss?" The disciple leaped out of his bed, grabbing the crossbow hidden underneath.

The woman waved her hand downwards, indicating for the man to sit down. "Yes, Jean, everything is fine. Go back to sleep." A pensive look sat on her face, as though she was bothered by something. She sat upright, legs buried underneath bedsheets as her head rested just above the headboard. The room was nearly pitch black, save for some moonlight which poured in through several windows.

"What do you dream about, Jean?" The woman's voice was calm and smooth, though held the smallest taste of bitterness to it.

"This and that. Surely nothing of interest to you, miss."

"If it wasn't of interest to me, I wouldn't be asking."

The man seemed vaguely uncomfortable. This was an odd exchange to be having with his god, particularly in the wee hour of, he checked a nearby grandfather clock, one and forty in the morning. "I dream of simple things. Some pleasures, some pains. Life. Why?" The woman's eyes focused, her brow furrowed. She was surrounded by broken plates, fallen paintings, various objects of the room which had fallen down as a result of the powerful forces which had shaken the room during her wakening.

"It has been quite some time since I have dreamt. Often, they are of things not so different from yours. Simple things. Not this night." A pause. "This night, I dream of death. A simple offer: become a god among gods at the cost of any balance which we swore to uphold. Unimaginable power at unimaginable cost."

"And... your response?" The man was nervous now, something which was not aided by the fact that the woman answered simply with a chuckle and a smirk.

"What do you think?" An uncomfortable silence swept over the two, with the disciple fearing for his own safety and that of his goddess, and the woman having simply nothing to say. "Be a dear and fetch me some tea, will you? I have quite a bit to think about." The man left the shattered room, coming back several minutes later with a cup of steaming water. The woman took it. "Thank you ever so much. Now, gather the others and head to the temple. Discuss with them the nature of our predicament." With a nod, the man left. Sylvia continued to sit in bed, contemplating the offer, sipping her tea, thinking.

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It wasn't long before the inevitable happened. A message through the Earth, a broadcast as to the arrival of a certain guest. A certain unwanted guest, at that, and one whom she was not eager to fraternize with again. Alas, it would seem that she had to host a little get-together, the purpose of which was left to no doubt. Sylvia sighed.

[i]I suppose it had to happen some time.[/i]

Alerting her disciples and gathering herself, Sylvia thought of the others. Light, as far as she knew, had already been contacted by her counterpart. There had been no mention of the others though, and Sylvia found it only right to contact the rest. Unfortunately, she had little way to contact Fire, so she simply gave a parcel of paper to one of the temple's courier birds and sent it on its way. Archaic, and slow, but effective. Unfortunately, having fallen out of contact with them, Sylvia had no idea where the others resided, so she had to use some of her more creative tools. Fortunately, these ones would be easier. Sensing the ever-shifting tectonic plates of the planet, she sent out an invitation to the Earth, letting them know where to be. Soon after, Sylvia found herself at the ocean, sending out the same message along the crashing waves. Finally, she told the protector of the air about the little meeting, sending it as a small voice in the wind. Satisfied, Sylvia rested, spending her remaining days of peace in relaxation.

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"Miss Sylvia, we have a guest." A servant burst into the temple, rushing over to the Force elemental. "Paul-Henri says that a foreigner is approaching the city, radiating dark energies." Sylvia laughed.

"Well by all means, bring him here! We shall prepare food and drink and other wonderful superficialities so that we may welcome him." The immortal looked about to the rest of her servants. "Well, hop to it!" The man who had run in nodded and left nearly as quickly as he had come, rushing to the reported location of the incoming guest.