[center][u][b]Astarte, Goddess of the Ranges[/b][/u]
[i]Might: 4[/i][/center]

Astarte saw. 

For the first time, she saw.

There wasn't much to see other than the shades near her and the far away feeling of familiarity coming from them. Then she registered the next thing--The power emanating from the unknown figures. 

[b]"You are become Magic, Mother of the Arcane."[/b] Their very auras made her essence shiver and waver, both in fear and in respect. It was exciting to feel. It was exciting to know other beings were nearby, too. 

[b][i]'Rise'[/i][/b]

Astarte felt joy. An immense joy which caused her to twist and change numerous times. Then she received colour. She was no longer darkness. She was now a cloud of light violet dust. But even the cloud would not settle and from it, a form came forth. The form of a woman. Young, with long lavender coloured hair that flowed behind her. The dust settled on her, eventually nothing but a thin mist around her contours. 

"Wow..." Astarte muttered.