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As the singing grew stronger and louder, so did the winds.Resonating with the words, drawing power from them.The melody strengthened. Became more pure, more harmonious, louder.It was with these silent words that echoed over the music that Āwhātama realized who he had in his grasp. Too late to let go. Too late to step back.Do or die.With more power than he could comprehend he shouted at the skies.One voice sounded from the mouthed of many. A primal bellow like rolling thunder. It washed over the festivities and over the fields surrounding the village.The sound echoed off the cliffs and whispered trough the forest.Just as sudden as it came it dissipated along with the wind.the air was still and filled with static energy that made your hair stand up in the back of your neck.A voice resounded from nowhere, everywhere and from the mouths of the three that had stood in the cyclone.The voice paused and a small cyclone whipped up cinders in the pyre. A vague figure of fire and wind danced in the warm glow of the fire.The voice paused again, even though it was strange one could clearly hear excitement in his tone. There was something the gods didn't know yet.The figure of fire pulled forth a large golden coin and tossed it up. The old priest caught it and held it up as he examined it. "A gold coin, depicting a bell..."If the winds could grin this would be the moment for it.After that everything when silent. The pyre returned to normal and the singers regained will over their tongue. The strange weather was once again replaced by a soft breeze and the rain had stopped. Between the three there was a shimmer on the ground. Small shining bells made of white gold. No clapper. Inscribed was a small crown.
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Tarvin picked up the small bell. "Could I ask with this to become his champion?" he wondered, but did not speak the words out loud. "No, he wouldn't use such a cheap trick. If he was going to be chosen by this god of freedom, he would do so on his own strength. He would show that he was worthy of being more than a vessel for his voice." Pondering on how to achieve this he walked away, telling Misha that he was going to prepare his sacrifice.