Work For a contest - Insparation came to me at school.
Generator used - The Class/Profession Generator
Result Used - Dreaming Dancer of the Harvest.
As the Bronze moon rose on the night of the Harvest, Sheala prepared for the ritual. Her parents would be present, as well as the village elders. Tonight would be her initation to become a seer as was tradiotion in her family. She had, in fact, come from a long line of seers, the bloodline passed from daughter to daughter. Now it was her turn.
The bon fire was lit by Ruth, the oldest and wisest of us all, and she knew it was time.
She walked slowley to the circle of light, her heart pounded with antisipation. Her feet stepped lightly on the dry leaves that littered the ground, and her breath, bearly visible, misted to the wind.
Music sounded, soft and light, and she began to dance. The dance was a symbol of a devine right, a sign that the gods accepted your right to see what others cannot.
Her feet seemed to move by themsevles as the music escalated to a deep and intence beet, and the wind began to pick up, blowing her red hair around with the red and orange leaves. The ribbions on her back danced and twirled as she moved like the leaves around her. She felt a slight dizzyness, but supposing that was normal, she continued to dance.
Her parents ghasped, and the Elder's whispers could be heard. Ruth stepped out from the crowd just as a blue light engulfed Sheala, forcing the Elder to take a step back.
When the blue light had faded, they saw Sheala still dancing, but she had changed. Her long slim legs now were hoofed and furred, she had sleek horns peircing her forhead and followed the curve of her head. Her hands were furry, and her face took on the appearence of a lamb.
After the initial shock wore off, Ruth smiled and stepped toward the dancing girl.
"Blessed be thy name, Sheala. You have been accepted."