Thread: The Island of Wonders (Goddess x GoldenGateSon)

Stephanos had been looking forward to this day for some time. Today was the day he would finally be important, the day when he would finally matter. Of all the boys who had been examined and tested over the course of the past few weeks, he had been chosen among them to be the offering to Ambrosia, the physical embodiment of the Goddess of Creation and Rebirth, patron deity of their tribe and ruler of their people. There was no greater honor for the men of the island, especially for one of Stephanos position. He had been born a farmer, his fate seemingly to lie toiling at the fields for the rest of his days before he was selected as a contender for being the sacrifice for the vessel of the Goddess. Like the other members of the lower class, he was dressed in a thin tunic, recently washed to be as spotless as possible for his ceremony where he would be freed from the need to ever wear clothing again. He had a simple necklace around his neck as well, to balance the flaws that all those of the lower class were attributed. His wavy, flowing black hair was washed and scented, swept back in smooth strokes on his head to reveal his piercing gray eyes. His time in the fields had given him a healthy bronzed color to his skin as well as a lean, muscular body from the physical labor, though admittedly he was not as physically impressive as the hunters. Nevertheless, he had proven impressive in another way, more impressive than the other candidates apparently given their choice of him over the others as the offering to Ambrosia. His family had fussed over him as they prepared him in their humble home, washing and oiling him to be as perfect as he could be for consecration of the Goddess new vessel. When he was finally ready and the time had arrived for the ceremony to begin, he made his way out of his home and towards the the central temple where the Goddess herself and the priests and priestesses of the lesser deities resided and where the people of the island went to worship. His barefeet walked across the soft, fertile soil that the Goddess of Fertility had blessed their island with, making his way down the central path that led to the temple that stood in the center of the island. As he walked through the fields and the rest of the tribe, the people in their homes and in their fields stopped what they were doing and followed behind him, knowing that the time for the ceremony had come when they saw Stephanos making his way to the temple at around midday. When he finally arrived at the temple steps, he made his way up and into the temple before entering the Goddess private chambers where the consecration ceremony would take place. The masses of people who had followed Stephanos to the temple waited outside at the bottom of the steps, surrounding it on all sides. There was simply not enough room for everyone to witness the ceremony first hand, though they would certainly be graced with the sounds of their Goddess pleasure echoing out past the stone pillars. The only other individuals inside the temple beside Stephanos and Ambrosia would be the priests and priestesses of the lesser deities who would preside over this momentous occasion. As he stepped inside the large inner chamber of the temple where Ambrosia resided, he looked around in awe at the magnificence and opulence of the room, the likes of which he had never seen given his position prior to this. He had been instructed to come to the temple and enter Ambrosias private bed chamber on the appointed day at the appointed time, and having done so, he now waited for instructions from the divine leaders of the island.