As Harahel embarked on her three months of devotion to Soter, she approached her duties with a humble heart, eager to serve as a priestess in the divine presence of the mighty Savior. However, the expectations placed upon her were far greater than she had anticipated.

With her identity as the embodiment of Polyhymnia widely known, it became impossible for Harahel to remain a humble priestess. To her surprise and dismay, Harahel was elevated from priestess to High Priestess of Soter, a title that she felt she had not yet earned.

One morning, as Harahel washed Soter’s feet and anointed him with oil and perfume, she poured out her heart to the mighty Savior.

"Soter," she murmured, her voice soft and reverent, "We both know I am unworthy of the title bestowed upon me.

The gentle trickle of water mingled with the fragrance of perfumed oil as Harahel continued to tend to Soter, her hands moving with practiced care and devotion. With each stroke, she felt a sense of peace wash over her, as if the divine presence of Soter was reassuring her in silent understanding.

"There are sister priestesses who have served you longer; they deserve the position," she confessed, her gaze fixed upon Soter's serene countenance.

"Harahel," Soter replied, his voice resonating with a soothing warmth, "you underestimate yourself. It is true that others have served me faithfully, but none have served me as long as you have."

Soter words left Harahel puzzled, her brow furrowed in confusion as she gazed up at him.

"You embody the essence of Polyhymnia. You have walked alongside me since the beginning, your spirit intertwined with mine in ways that transcend time and space," Soter continued, his voice carrying a weight of divine authority.

Harahel bowed her head in reverence, the weight of her doubts easing with each word spoken by Soter.  "Trust in yourself and let the light of your devotion shine brightly for all to see." Soter declared, his presence filling the chamber with a sense of divine affirmation.

As Harahel listened to Soter's reassuring words, a sense of clarity began to dawn upon her. Despite her initial doubts and insecurities, she started to understand the significance of her role as High Priestess of Soter. With each moment spent in the divine presence of the mighty Savior, her confidence grew, and she felt a newfound sense of purpose coursing through her veins.

With a deep breath, Harahel nodded in understanding, a determined glint in her eyes as she rose to her feet. "Thank you, Soter," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and resolve.

Soter smiled warmly, his divine presence radiating a sense of pride and encouragement. "It is time to prepare," he said gently, gesturing towards the ornate chamber doors. "I have chosen you to go to the temple in Whitfield to bless the new missionaries."

Despite feeling nervous, Harahel bowed graciously before Soter, her heart filled with gratitude for the honor bestowed upon her. "It will be my honor, my Savior," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Soter smiled warmly, his divine presence enveloping her in a sense of reassurance. "You are worthy of this task, Harahel," he affirmed. "Mother Superior will be joining you to offer guidance and support,"

Harahel's eyes widened in surprise and gratitude at Soter's words. The presence of Mother Superior brought her a sense of comfort and confidence in her abilities.

Soter approached Harahel with a gentle grace. Placing a hand atop her head, he closed his eyes in silent prayer, invoking a blessing over her for the journey ahead. Harahel felt a warmth spread through her being, a comforting embrace of divine energy that fortified her spirit for the task ahead.

With a tender gesture, Soter leaned down and placed a kiss upon the crown of Harahel's head. As he finished the kiss, Soter's divine presence began to fade from the chamber, leaving behind a lingering sense of his divine grace and guidance.

With a deep sense of gratitude, Harahel turned towards the chamber doors, ready to prepare for her journey to Whitfield.

As she entered her quarters, Harahel was greeted by her priestesses. With gentle hands, they began to attend to her, helping her remove her ceremonial robes and prepare for the journey ahead.

They selected a new set of robes for her, ones befitting her status and the solemnity of the occasion. The fabric was soft and luxurious, woven with intricate patterns that shimmered in the light of the chamber. As they dressed her, Harahel felt a sense of reverence wash over her, a reminder of the sacred duty that awaited her in Whitfield.

Once her attire was arranged to perfection, the priestesses moved on to her hair and makeup, ensuring that every detail was attended to with care and precision. They styled her hair in an elaborate braided updo, weaving strands of gold and silver through the intricate design. Her makeup was applied with a delicate touch, enhancing her natural beauty.

As the final touches were completed, Harahel stood before the mirror, her reflection a vision of divine grace and elegance. She felt a surge of confidence welling up within her, fueled by the support of Soter.

As Harahel stepped into the main hall of the temple, she was met by the comforting presence of Mother Superior. Dressed in her nun's habit, Mother Superior exuded a sense of calm and wisdom that immediately put Harahel at ease.

"High Priestess Harahel," Mother Superior greeted her with a warm smile, her voice gentle yet commanding. "It is an honor to accompany you on this journey."

"Thank you, Mother Superior," Harahel replied gratefully, bowing her head respectfully.

As Harahel lifted her head, her eyes were drawn to the medallion adorning the nun's habit. Etched upon it was an image of Melpomene, but it was unlike any depiction of the sister muse of tragedy that Harahel had encountered before. Instead of the somber countenance typically associated with Melpomene, the figure on the medallion appeared serene, dressed in flowing white robes.

Harahel knew of the nun’s origins and the reverence that they hold for Melpomene. But the image was a stark contrast to the Melpomene she encountered. Yet, there was an undeniable sense of peace and grace emanating from the figure on Mother Superior's medallion.

Out of respect for Mother Superior, Harahel decided to hold her curiosity about the medallion and instead focused on the task at hand.

As they made their way towards the waiting carriage, Harahel seized the opportunity to share news of Mother Superiors sister. "I'm pleased to report that Gadriel is doing well. "

 "Ah, Gadriel," Mother Superior remarked fondly, "I trust she's behaving herself?"

Harahel chuckled softly. "Mostly," she replied with a playful glint in her eyes."

Mother Superior laughed warmly, her laughter echoing through the temple courtyard.

Harahel and Mother Superior climbed into the waiting carriage, ready to embark on their journey to Whitfield. As the carriage rolled away from the temple, they shared a moment of camaraderie, their laughter mingling with the gentle hum of the wheels on the cobblestone streets.

Together, they traveled towards their destination, united in purpose and devotion to their sacred calling.

In the ethereal realm of dreams, Polyhymnia sat by a crystal-clear stream, the melody of flowing water accompanying her as she composed a hymn to Soter. Her fingertips glowed with a soft, celestial light as she channeled the essence of her melody into the very fabric of the dream realm.

As she lost herself in the rhythm of her creation, Thalia approached with a mischievous grin. "Polyhymnia, my dear sister," she chimed, her laughter like wind chimes in the breeze, "have you heard the news? Harahel is now Soter's high priestess!"

Polyhymnia's serene gaze shifted towards Thalia, her expression tranquil. "Indeed, I have," she replied, her voice a soothing melody that resonated with the harmony of the dream realm. "Soter has bestow a great honor on her."

Thalia's laughter bubbled forth like a cascade of silver bells. "Oh, Polyhymnia, you always see the sacred in everything. "Isn't it amusing?" she teased. "One moment, Harahel indulges in mischief with Antioch, and the next, she's tending to Soter's divine needs."

Polyhymnia's smile remained gentle, her wisdom shining through. "Harahel's journey is as multifaceted as the dreams themselves," she explained, her words carrying the weight of ages. "She is after all the embodiment of you, Euterpe and I."

Unable to contain her playful energy, Thalia twirled around, her shifting form shimmering with iridescent hues. With a dramatic flourish, she mimicked Harahel, her voice a playful mockery of devotion. "Oh, Soter, grant me blessings," she sang, her tone exaggerated and theatrical.

Thalia, caught in the whimsy of the moment, danced away with playful abandon. "Oh, Soter, mighty and divine," Thalia sang in a mocking tone, "grant me your blessings, for I am your devoted servant!"

As Thalia's playful song filled the air, a gentle warmth enveloped her, causing her to pause in surprise. The shifting, ethereal quality of her form stabilized, her appearance no longer flickering and changing as it usually did. Perplexed, she glanced down at herself, marveling at the newfound solidity of her being.

As she glanced upward, she beheld her own figure, still in its usual state of flux, gracefully moving down the path. Confusion washed over Thalia's features, prompting her to call out, "Hey, wait! You... I mean, I forgot about myself!"

As Thalia's figure continued to dance away, seemingly oblivious to her calls, a sense of unease gnawed at her. With each step her other self took, the distance between them grew, widening the gap until it seemed insurmountable.

Suddenly, a brilliant light engulfed Thalia, dazzling her senses and enveloping her in warmth. Blinking away the brightness, she found herself standing in a celestial realm unlike any she had ever seen.

Before her stood Soter, his divine presence emanating a sense of serenity and power that washed over her like a gentle wave. Thalia's breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon him, her heart pounding with awe and trepidation.

"Soter," she whispered, her voice barely above a hush, "I... I didn't mean to intrude. I was just..."

But before she could finish her sentence, Soter's gaze fell upon her, his eyes filled with a depth of understanding that seemed to pierce through to her very soul.

"Fear not, child of mischief," he said, his voice a soothing melody that echoed through the celestial realm. "You are not intruding. It is I who brought you here."

Thalia's eyes widened in wonder at his words, a sense of awe washing over her. "But... why am I here?" she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Soter smiled, a gesture of infinite kindness and compassion. "You have been brought here for a purpose," he replied, his voice carrying a weight of authority that left no room for doubt. " Embrace this opportunity, child, and let my love guide you."

With those words, Soter’s divine radiance bathed Thalia in a warm and captivating glow. She felt herself drawn towards him, her former playfulness replaced by a deep sense of devotion.

As Soter's divine radiance enveloped her, Thalia appearance, attitude, and demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation.

Her gown, a celestial marvel, shone with ethereal radiance. Its golden filigree bodice hugged her slender form, flowing into cascades of gossamer silk. Adorned with celestial symbols, the train trailed behind her like molten gold.

Thalia's once free-spirited hair was now immaculately coiffed into an extravagant masterpiece, cascading down her back in lustrous waves of golden hue. Held in place by an ornate tiara adorned with diamonds and pearls, it emitted a soft, celestial glow.

Her makeup was equally celestial, with golden eyeshadow shimmering like stardust and long, lustrous lashes fluttering like the wings of angels. Her lips, painted a shade of celestial white, radiated an inner light that matched her golden attire.

Thalia's transformation was nothing short of spectacular. Gone was her mischievous demeanor, replaced by a profound sense of devotion and grandeur.

As Thalia knelt before the divine presence of Soter, her eyes filled with fervor and adoration. "Oh, Soter, our mighty and divine Savior," Thalia exclaimed, her voice now a melodic and charismatic chant. "I am your devoted servants, humbly bask in the brilliance of your presence. Shower me with your love and grace, for I am here to worship and adore you."

"Rise, Thalia, child of revival," Soter's voice resonated like the harmonious chords of a celestial orchestra. “Go forth and spread my word.”

Thalia rose to her feet with a grace and solemnity that belied her former playful nature. With a voice that resonated like the harmonious chords of a celestial orchestra, Thalia began to sing a song of praise to Soter. Her melody, once playful and mischievous, now carried the weight of devotion and reverence as she lifted her voice in worship.

(Verse 1)

Oh, Soter, our Savior divine,

Guiding light in the darkness, so fine.

Beacon of hope in our darkest hour,

Your love, boundless, gives us power.

As Thalia danced and sang her hymn of praise to Soter, a soft and melodic voice spoke behind Soter. "It will be nice to have my sister here," the voice said.

Soter turned, his divine presence casting a warm glow upon the figure behind him. Standing there was Melpomene clad in a white nun's habit that billowed around her like ethereal mist. Around her neck, she wore Hera's amulet, now a symbol of Soter’s divine power.

"Thalia and you have always been stronger together," Soter said, his gaze shifting between the two muses. "In my name, you will accomplish great things."

"Does this mean the prophecy will be fulfilled soon?" she inquired, her voice tinged with anticipation.

Soter's eyes shimmered with ancient wisdom as he nodded in affirmation. "Yes," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of destiny. "The time has come for the prophecy to be fulfilled, and together, we shall usher in a new era of divine harmony."