Rhys didn't know what to make of it when the Blessing came to him. The day before had been like any other for the lanky, pale, red-haired eighteen year old boy. He helped his mother and father on their family farm, slopping pigs, carrying water, chopping wood.
Nearing the day's end, he feels a strange ache begin in his abdomen. I must be coming down with something Rhys thinks.
Rhys woke in the middle of the night, his room lit only by a dim enchanted lantern his mother had gifted him. He only half-registers his clothes and blanket, soaked with his own sweat, and the sharp pain searing in his abdomen before the pain overtakes him, as he blacks out once more.
Rhys wakes to a strange man pressing a cold rag to his forehead. He immediately sits up, and the strange man takes a a few steps back cordially.
“Who the hells are you?” Rhys demands, visibly preparing to lunge.
“I am Arran, Rhys. I am a priest of Chonn, the Moonlord. You are Moonblessed.” Arran says slowly, trying to calm the boy. Arran is amber-eyed and dark-skinned, his black curls graying.
“I've heard of Chonn.. though my family prefers the Sunmother. What does that mean, exactly..? Is that why I was in so much pain last night?” Rhys asks after a pause, cringing at the memory. The boy clearly doesn't relax much, but his curiosity gets the better of him.
“Indeed.” Arran nods.
“May I show you something, my dear boy?” Arran asks carefully.
Rhys nods hesitantly.
Rhys opens his mouth to protest as Arran downs Rhys's pants and undergarments in one swift movement, but his mouth sits agape when he sees his new pink cunt.
Where only the day before, his cock had been.
“You have received Chonn's Blessing, son. The Moonlord has charged you with bringing forth life for his temple.” Arran smiles, looking away quickly after he lowered the boy's pants and undergarments as to still give the boy some dignity.
“I.. I don't know what to say” Rhys quickly pulls his pants back up, before crossing his arms. Rhys's mind races.
“You don't have to say anything, lad. Not yet, anyway. I'm here to bring you to Chonn's Great Temple in Valassan.” *Arran says kindly, pulling Rhys out of his bed, not forcefully, but authoritatively.
"What about my parents?” Rhys stutters.
“They've already been told. They'll be able to visit you and your children in Valassan, don't worry” Arran promises.
“I.. “ Rhys freezes up at the mention of his future children, born of his new womb.
“Come on now, lad” Arran encourages, grabbing Rhys gently by the arm and guiding him, quickly, outside.
Rhys catches a glimpse of his parents, speaking to who Rhys can only assume are other priests of Chonn like Arran.
Rhys lets himself be led into a carriage bearing the symbol of the Moonlord, pulled by two white horses.
