[@Rica] [@Cynder]

The offering has been made. The cult of Aphrodite shall now read your destiny of love...

[i]Far in to the sky, clouds roar with thunder, and lightening pierces through like a white dagger. The tenacity of the gods has been made known; they will not rest until Cynder's true love has been found. Even the wrath of Gaia, mother earth, will not be enough to stop them.

Suddenly, the storm of the heavens disperses without a trace. A bright beam of light shines down upon young Cynder, and a small piece of parchment paper lined with gold floats in to her outstretched hand. Written in pure light is one word: 

[color=fff79a][b][u]Rica[/u][/b][/color]

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